Saturday, August 2, 2008
Sushi
Mrs. Mustache On or Off always pictured you with a face. But you have none, such is the fatality of a scuttle fish affair.
Armageddon
The world ain't right man. My snarf doll doesn't say "snarf" after I tease and poke him anymore.
God only knows that this is not what I would ever choose to do, to anyone, ever.
God only knows that this is not what I would ever choose to do, to anyone, ever.
Mario Batali fucked up the liquid on the pasta
Alfredo sauce done incorrectly tastes way way way too similar to the sweat of Rasputin. I'm not saying that is a bad nor a good thing. It is just a thing.
The shitty Mel Gibson movie
I walk down the street and look at other people. Everyone does this I'm sure. But I know if I showed off my ability to milk the shit out of an armadillo at anytime to any of these Eric Albins', even David Icke would get his ear drums hammered by a god damn sheep of a mallet.
Friday, August 1, 2008
Forty Year Old Dead Man
I'm sweet. Your nipple. Fuck my left prostate exam.
If you don't come with hard shit, my life killers will fuck you up.
If you don't come with hard shit, my life killers will fuck you up.
Future
I've talked to a few "human beings' while I can't I double quote.
"Human Beings" there we go. So I've talked to a few of these double quoters and my love for violence raises. Hats tossed, boots cut, hair trimmed. Huzzah.
Panathostqbndlgb.
Fuck this.
"Human Beings" there we go. So I've talked to a few of these double quoters and my love for violence raises. Hats tossed, boots cut, hair trimmed. Huzzah.
Panathostqbndlgb.
Fuck this.
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