"Stay up real late, kick back, and light up a fatty.
You can get a new daddy."
-"Hey There, Kids!" by The Whitest Kids U' Know
You can get a new daddy."
-"Hey There, Kids!" by The Whitest Kids U' Know
If you ever get the chance to watch The Whitest Kids U' Know, do so. I had Bald-O watch that for the first time and he just laughed his ass off over the possibility of male ghosts putting their balls on our heads, sending your parents away by telling everyone about molestation issues, deer that is a bit too sexual though some hunters prefer them shaved, and Hitler makes a rap video to toughen up his image. This show is almost as insane as Wonder Shozen, the one that wins out all because of little kids asking embarassing nasty questions to adults in the form of a new show. How would you feel if a small redheaded male asked you if Viagra makes you boink Mommy better?
Well, kids, it's Sunday and you know what that means? C'mon, it's simple! Well, at least I tried to keep it as simple as possible.
All: "Ultrarooster is now as smooth as a baby's bottom and his ass smells better than the Monarchy's rose garden."
Oh, how I bet you would love for me to bend over so you can feel my smooth ass cheeks and smell my bare bottom's loveliness. Sundays are my days to relax with Sopranos, Entourage, and The Tudors all because I worked my ass off in the gym with mucho support for keeping the running thing going when it comes to 5-Pound Phooey. I'm not sure where I'd be without that little ball of fur. Depressed? Angry? People would be coming out of their houses in hopes to give mah sexy man boobs some support?
But it will all end soon. Sad to see The Sopranos final episode ever next week. Tonight's that lead us into all this major tension build-up has us wondering what Tony is going to do in that house with an M-16 (obviously not stock, though). I'd discuss more but there is a slight possibility that Sara might come across this blog, her first time. She loves The Sopranos as well since I got her hooked on it. I wish I knew other people that watched it and, yes, there will be a time when I welcome HBO's Deadwood.
Do you ever find yourself with a sudden twitch where you end up dancing? It tends to happen to me when I talk to black girls. They've got this thing over me because I always get into a discussion over rap (how much I hate it) and Rihanna's 'Umbrella' song came on. Let's just say that I did well for a white guy that doesn't enjoy moving like that but more like he is spazzing out due to explosive diarrhea. Don't you just love my descriptions on how awful we white guys dance?
Apparently, a fortune cookie can come true. I had a weird day where my run with 5-Pound Phooey ended up with me taking a lost dog home. It was a small Terrier that followed us all along the route til I got home. Found out it was from the house that we first came across it.
Weird. Just weird how this little Terrier kept up with 5-Pound Phooey and I. She'd be in front of us or just right behind. Remember that my dog is a little bit of a cranky old woman with no scruples so there were some curses dealt its way. Somehow, the Terrier ignored this but was more susceptible to my being nice to it. I guess I have a way with dogs because they all seem to want to hang out with me. Cats, too. Sara's roommate's cat won't leave me alone when its the 2 of us in the apartment. Ever been tapped on the head by a small white paw?
So, I leave you here. No discussion on politics. This is pretty much a PG-13 entry because I'm not exactly in the mood. I want to play around with my blog soon so there is that factor. The other is that I turned my application in today, a little late but today, with some hopes that I finally get a fucking job to end that other. Yeah, I'm frustrated with the world but I'm not going to get into that as well. From the way I see it, I must enjoy the sweaty t-shirts I bring home after a run and my sanity being sustained thanks to the gym.
Note: What's up with the religious people coming across this blog? Fuck! The last thing I need is a bunch of feeble-minded morons telling me that Falwell is missed and that I should accept Jeebus. I'd rather be fed toothpicks up my ass.
Kids, kick back and light up a fatty. Life is grand when you ignore that fact that millions of kids have no health insurance, our local government can easily vote for pay raises but no conclusion to our energy bills, another state is trying to ban sex toys, and Lindsay Lohan aint gonna drive for a while. Oops, I talked some politics. Will you still hold it against me if I tell you that I'm gonna dream of eating pussy tonight? Happy twats all around.
Well, kids, it's Sunday and you know what that means? C'mon, it's simple! Well, at least I tried to keep it as simple as possible.
All: "Ultrarooster is now as smooth as a baby's bottom and his ass smells better than the Monarchy's rose garden."
Oh, how I bet you would love for me to bend over so you can feel my smooth ass cheeks and smell my bare bottom's loveliness. Sundays are my days to relax with Sopranos, Entourage, and The Tudors all because I worked my ass off in the gym with mucho support for keeping the running thing going when it comes to 5-Pound Phooey. I'm not sure where I'd be without that little ball of fur. Depressed? Angry? People would be coming out of their houses in hopes to give mah sexy man boobs some support?
But it will all end soon. Sad to see The Sopranos final episode ever next week. Tonight's that lead us into all this major tension build-up has us wondering what Tony is going to do in that house with an M-16 (obviously not stock, though). I'd discuss more but there is a slight possibility that Sara might come across this blog, her first time. She loves The Sopranos as well since I got her hooked on it. I wish I knew other people that watched it and, yes, there will be a time when I welcome HBO's Deadwood.
Do you ever find yourself with a sudden twitch where you end up dancing? It tends to happen to me when I talk to black girls. They've got this thing over me because I always get into a discussion over rap (how much I hate it) and Rihanna's 'Umbrella' song came on. Let's just say that I did well for a white guy that doesn't enjoy moving like that but more like he is spazzing out due to explosive diarrhea. Don't you just love my descriptions on how awful we white guys dance?
Apparently, a fortune cookie can come true. I had a weird day where my run with 5-Pound Phooey ended up with me taking a lost dog home. It was a small Terrier that followed us all along the route til I got home. Found out it was from the house that we first came across it.
Weird. Just weird how this little Terrier kept up with 5-Pound Phooey and I. She'd be in front of us or just right behind. Remember that my dog is a little bit of a cranky old woman with no scruples so there were some curses dealt its way. Somehow, the Terrier ignored this but was more susceptible to my being nice to it. I guess I have a way with dogs because they all seem to want to hang out with me. Cats, too. Sara's roommate's cat won't leave me alone when its the 2 of us in the apartment. Ever been tapped on the head by a small white paw?
So, I leave you here. No discussion on politics. This is pretty much a PG-13 entry because I'm not exactly in the mood. I want to play around with my blog soon so there is that factor. The other is that I turned my application in today, a little late but today, with some hopes that I finally get a fucking job to end that other. Yeah, I'm frustrated with the world but I'm not going to get into that as well. From the way I see it, I must enjoy the sweaty t-shirts I bring home after a run and my sanity being sustained thanks to the gym.
Note: What's up with the religious people coming across this blog? Fuck! The last thing I need is a bunch of feeble-minded morons telling me that Falwell is missed and that I should accept Jeebus. I'd rather be fed toothpicks up my ass.
Kids, kick back and light up a fatty. Life is grand when you ignore that fact that millions of kids have no health insurance, our local government can easily vote for pay raises but no conclusion to our energy bills, another state is trying to ban sex toys, and Lindsay Lohan aint gonna drive for a while. Oops, I talked some politics. Will you still hold it against me if I tell you that I'm gonna dream of eating pussy tonight? Happy twats all around.
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