That's a Surprise!
Hey guess what? I'm depressed. Can you believe it?
You should. Me being depressed is like just like that geyser Old Faithful. It erupts every forty-eight minutes. I get depressed every forty-eight minutes. Maybe there's some sort of connection there.
Maybe Not.
So, what's the drug of choice now a days? It used to be heroin. But, then that kind of went away. What is it now? I always wanted to start a trendy heroin habit, but could never afford it. Now that I could afford it, it's no longer trendy to do heroin. Is it Oxycontin still? Is ecstasy still a big deal? Come on America... (okay, not America, but all none of you out there) let me know what your drug of choice is and I'll start doing it.
You know what I love about breasts? Not only are they fun to look at and, from what I remember, fun to play with, they also serve a purpose. I know, they are meant to give milk to babies, but that's not why they evolved into the wonderful, out of my hand's reach shape they have taken. This is proof of evolution.
Boobies are there to simulate the female ass. When we used to walk on all fours, the female ass would get us all excited and that would in turn make us do the nasty and make some babies. Well, breast cleavage looks like ass cleavage and that's why they get us guys in the mood. That is proof of evolution if you ask me. And all I can say is thanks to the universe of the evolution of boobs. Granted, I never get to use them, but atleast they look nice.
Was that last part kind of perverted and rude to females? It was, wasn't it? Well, too fucking bad. I'm like a caged animal over here. Learn to deal with it!
Poop is the funniest word in the english language. Most people say that fart is the funniest, but they are wrong. Want to know why? When you fart, sometimes you hear a noise and smell something nasty, but alot of times, you don't hear anything and the smell ain't so bad. (Unless it's Russ, then open a window...always.) But, with poop, there's always something to see. You never get let down. Well, what if you poop and nothing comes out? Well, you didn't actually poop now did you? You tried to poop and you failed. And you know what they say about failures, right? That's right. Kill yourself!
God, I hate this. Why do I write on this? No one's reading this. I'm fucking retarded. It's Friday night at 9:50PM and i'm typing in a blog. My mom was right when she said I was the biggest fucking loser she ever met. I think I just need a girlfriend. Or a puppet show. I hardly care any more.
You should. Me being depressed is like just like that geyser Old Faithful. It erupts every forty-eight minutes. I get depressed every forty-eight minutes. Maybe there's some sort of connection there.
Maybe Not.
So, what's the drug of choice now a days? It used to be heroin. But, then that kind of went away. What is it now? I always wanted to start a trendy heroin habit, but could never afford it. Now that I could afford it, it's no longer trendy to do heroin. Is it Oxycontin still? Is ecstasy still a big deal? Come on America... (okay, not America, but all none of you out there) let me know what your drug of choice is and I'll start doing it.
You know what I love about breasts? Not only are they fun to look at and, from what I remember, fun to play with, they also serve a purpose. I know, they are meant to give milk to babies, but that's not why they evolved into the wonderful, out of my hand's reach shape they have taken. This is proof of evolution.
Boobies are there to simulate the female ass. When we used to walk on all fours, the female ass would get us all excited and that would in turn make us do the nasty and make some babies. Well, breast cleavage looks like ass cleavage and that's why they get us guys in the mood. That is proof of evolution if you ask me. And all I can say is thanks to the universe of the evolution of boobs. Granted, I never get to use them, but atleast they look nice.
Was that last part kind of perverted and rude to females? It was, wasn't it? Well, too fucking bad. I'm like a caged animal over here. Learn to deal with it!
Poop is the funniest word in the english language. Most people say that fart is the funniest, but they are wrong. Want to know why? When you fart, sometimes you hear a noise and smell something nasty, but alot of times, you don't hear anything and the smell ain't so bad. (Unless it's Russ, then open a window...always.) But, with poop, there's always something to see. You never get let down. Well, what if you poop and nothing comes out? Well, you didn't actually poop now did you? You tried to poop and you failed. And you know what they say about failures, right? That's right. Kill yourself!
God, I hate this. Why do I write on this? No one's reading this. I'm fucking retarded. It's Friday night at 9:50PM and i'm typing in a blog. My mom was right when she said I was the biggest fucking loser she ever met. I think I just need a girlfriend. Or a puppet show. I hardly care any more.
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