Doug: "Uh, who let in Cancer Cunt?"
Celia: "It's 'Cancer Tits,' Doug."
-Weeds
Celia: "It's 'Cancer Tits,' Doug."
-Weeds
We put the fun in dysfunctional. I've always known that I love watching TV shows where the family is so fucked up because it's us. You can tell me all you want that you are like the Cosbies or those wacky trouble makers on Saved By the Bell (I was SO Slater). It's okay but have you ever really taken a good hard look at what you think is so fucked up in your family?
I've got a dad that sits in his room on the computer for hours and hours. My mom avoids any sort of issues when it comes to confrontation all while watching TV from 5pm til 10:30pm straight. This little brother of mine has image issues, namely that he thinks he has one but this tough look doesn't fit a guy that has absolutely no muscle tone. It's no wonder that it's rare for my brother to have a girlfriend. Motorcycles command a guy that fits the lifestyle. Being down to 4 dogs, 1 has to have a bodyguard in order for it to pee or poop. The girls, 5-Pound Phooey and Bonnie, absolutely hate each other and will kill on sight. Clyde is lazy when he pees so you'll find him with his leg on a brick as he goes. There's lots more but I'm not interested in airing out all the issues but, oh, my! My grandparents are holed up in an assisted living place and will not visit for selfish reasons.
And me? I'm a mess inside thanks to low self-esteem and occasional avoidance of issues by hiding out in my gym. Mmmmm......that natural high can do wonders when fed up with your mother's being walked on. Sara lives 79 miles away and Bald-O's near the 3 hour range so I pretty much have nowhere to run. Books can only do so much even if the sun helps bring some form of false happiness.
It's so funny to me how I could easily solve my brother's problems with women. I've slept with a lot of them when it comes to my past relationships. Geez, how many times has it happened on the first date? I'm sure many guys will applaud or high-five all around. When will guys realize that so many women out there are into looks just as they are? Add a little muscle, read to learn, get a personality and voila! You will be up to your ears in pussy. Just remember that I've been in relationships. Not sure if I can count J's because everytime I think of her I get reminded of her mother and how I almost said, "Who's the little dude?" You would, too, if you had dinner with a woman that looked like a guy and leaned over to fart.
Ah, I'm just fucking lost. My only savior tonight was how I felt like a warrior in the gym. While a large part of me didn't want to be there, I fought it off. Oh, it was good, real good. That natural high came to me so heavily as I worked on biceps. Even did my 10 minutes of running on the treadmill with tired arms. Helps to have CNN playing on the TV in front of you. Just a tip because anything that makes me mad has me running harder.
Things are paying off in spades. I may have low self-esteem but I've got bodybuilders checking me out. I know something's going right or they are all gay for my little white delicious ass that Sara finds nice enough to bite. Those boys aint ready for this jelly.
Why is it that so many black films stress sports more than anything else? If it's not fucking up the English language to create more black slang and horrible spelling, it's thinking that the importance of sports goes above actually learning about working as a team. Now, I loved He Got Game with Denzel Washington. Nice actor and all that. My only problem was with how basketball is pushed as to being the only way out for a black kid from the Bronx. Geez, it's no wonder the black population is so fucked up. Forget studying in college. Play well on the neighborhood basketball courts as if your life depended on it. If it's not basketball, it's football. Baseball and soccer just aren't popular to the black man so there is hope for pathetic skinny white boys out there that can run just fast enough to avoid police cars. Nice movie, He Got Game, but bad message.
Not much else to say. I must admit that I'm surprised how far pay-cable is going in regards to nudity. Last night while reading a bit more of Richard Matheson's short stories (I Am Legend was just 1 of many in the book), a channel debuted a show called Sin City Diaries. It's exactly as you would think upon reading the title alone, sex and more sex. What surprised me was that it was perfect in the dealing of nudity. Not only were both sexes shown completely starkers where penises dangled right at a woman's lips but we finally saw pussy lips in all their glory. I wouldn't be surprised if spoiled boys just realizing that their penises can become magical sticks of glory write down that certain times the XBox 360 is to be turned off. A thong wedged up between some gorgeous woman's legs and then spread for some lucky stranger to eat her out like there's no tomorrow? Pay-cable will bring back circle jerks thanks to no more blurriness. Pussy, in all its glorious palace doors, will be shown.
So, I'm outta here as I am happy that nudity is finally being evened out. This topless thing where I run around my neighborhood in front of spoiled housewives and the occasional teenage girls? Loving it all the way as I attract more and more attention, bodybuilders, too. A long time ago, a girl come up to me in a bar and told me she wanted to suck my cock. Of course, I handled that gracefully by saying 'no.' Damn, she was a redhead, too! How would I handle a guy saying that to me, one that can bench-press around 350 pounds? Happy twats all around.
I've got a dad that sits in his room on the computer for hours and hours. My mom avoids any sort of issues when it comes to confrontation all while watching TV from 5pm til 10:30pm straight. This little brother of mine has image issues, namely that he thinks he has one but this tough look doesn't fit a guy that has absolutely no muscle tone. It's no wonder that it's rare for my brother to have a girlfriend. Motorcycles command a guy that fits the lifestyle. Being down to 4 dogs, 1 has to have a bodyguard in order for it to pee or poop. The girls, 5-Pound Phooey and Bonnie, absolutely hate each other and will kill on sight. Clyde is lazy when he pees so you'll find him with his leg on a brick as he goes. There's lots more but I'm not interested in airing out all the issues but, oh, my! My grandparents are holed up in an assisted living place and will not visit for selfish reasons.
And me? I'm a mess inside thanks to low self-esteem and occasional avoidance of issues by hiding out in my gym. Mmmmm......that natural high can do wonders when fed up with your mother's being walked on. Sara lives 79 miles away and Bald-O's near the 3 hour range so I pretty much have nowhere to run. Books can only do so much even if the sun helps bring some form of false happiness.
It's so funny to me how I could easily solve my brother's problems with women. I've slept with a lot of them when it comes to my past relationships. Geez, how many times has it happened on the first date? I'm sure many guys will applaud or high-five all around. When will guys realize that so many women out there are into looks just as they are? Add a little muscle, read to learn, get a personality and voila! You will be up to your ears in pussy. Just remember that I've been in relationships. Not sure if I can count J's because everytime I think of her I get reminded of her mother and how I almost said, "Who's the little dude?" You would, too, if you had dinner with a woman that looked like a guy and leaned over to fart.
Ah, I'm just fucking lost. My only savior tonight was how I felt like a warrior in the gym. While a large part of me didn't want to be there, I fought it off. Oh, it was good, real good. That natural high came to me so heavily as I worked on biceps. Even did my 10 minutes of running on the treadmill with tired arms. Helps to have CNN playing on the TV in front of you. Just a tip because anything that makes me mad has me running harder.
Things are paying off in spades. I may have low self-esteem but I've got bodybuilders checking me out. I know something's going right or they are all gay for my little white delicious ass that Sara finds nice enough to bite. Those boys aint ready for this jelly.
Why is it that so many black films stress sports more than anything else? If it's not fucking up the English language to create more black slang and horrible spelling, it's thinking that the importance of sports goes above actually learning about working as a team. Now, I loved He Got Game with Denzel Washington. Nice actor and all that. My only problem was with how basketball is pushed as to being the only way out for a black kid from the Bronx. Geez, it's no wonder the black population is so fucked up. Forget studying in college. Play well on the neighborhood basketball courts as if your life depended on it. If it's not basketball, it's football. Baseball and soccer just aren't popular to the black man so there is hope for pathetic skinny white boys out there that can run just fast enough to avoid police cars. Nice movie, He Got Game, but bad message.
Not much else to say. I must admit that I'm surprised how far pay-cable is going in regards to nudity. Last night while reading a bit more of Richard Matheson's short stories (I Am Legend was just 1 of many in the book), a channel debuted a show called Sin City Diaries. It's exactly as you would think upon reading the title alone, sex and more sex. What surprised me was that it was perfect in the dealing of nudity. Not only were both sexes shown completely starkers where penises dangled right at a woman's lips but we finally saw pussy lips in all their glory. I wouldn't be surprised if spoiled boys just realizing that their penises can become magical sticks of glory write down that certain times the XBox 360 is to be turned off. A thong wedged up between some gorgeous woman's legs and then spread for some lucky stranger to eat her out like there's no tomorrow? Pay-cable will bring back circle jerks thanks to no more blurriness. Pussy, in all its glorious palace doors, will be shown.
So, I'm outta here as I am happy that nudity is finally being evened out. This topless thing where I run around my neighborhood in front of spoiled housewives and the occasional teenage girls? Loving it all the way as I attract more and more attention, bodybuilders, too. A long time ago, a girl come up to me in a bar and told me she wanted to suck my cock. Of course, I handled that gracefully by saying 'no.' Damn, she was a redhead, too! How would I handle a guy saying that to me, one that can bench-press around 350 pounds? Happy twats all around.
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