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She told me to shut up and just leave her there in the bathroom stall, filthy and spent. And you know I always obey a lady’s request.
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It’s 101 degrees. Time to Gold Bond “down there.”
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I just bought a lawn mower. I mean what in the HELL. How did it come to this.
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My menthol shaving cream smells like the vinyl couch in the smoking lounge at St. Anthony’s.
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New office nickname: Superballz. Hey Superballz come to this meeting. Superballz where is that file. Burritos, Superballz, let’s eat some.
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Very personal email to my stepsister: RUN FOR COVER MOTHERFUCKER. Then I get an autoresponder that says I YAM IN COZUMEL SO NOBODY CARES :(
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Sitting out back by the power station, smoking cloves. Ma’s trying to figure out “Janie’s Got a Gun” on the uke. The air is choked w/ennui.
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Frankly these Life Savers don’t taste anything like Strawberry Cheesecake and in fact taste more like Strawberry Child Molestation.
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You think that blind guy knows his suspenders are rainbow-striped like Mork’s?
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Why did I leave my lucky pen in that guy’s soleus muscle.
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It’s Saturday night, so as per usual I’m sporting my “Mustache Rides Now Only $1” tam o’shanter. How’s it going, you ask? $3.75, chump!
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My bling tooth doesn’t look as rad in the cold light of day as it did last night reflected in your stepmother’s bloodshot eyes. Sigh!
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Walk Score: My legs were long ago deformed into twisted useless husks by polio. Thanks for bringing it up.
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“August is a mean, sweaty woman but at least she ain’t July.” — Waylon Jennings quote I just made up
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I need some me-time, son. Gonna go bust a grump then pop some Oust out of respect.
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