Did you just say "pig fucker"?
"I think anybody who doesn't think I'm smart enough to handle the job is misunderestimating."
Ok. I was talking yesterday with a female companion about man-boobs. She insisted that men would have difficulty pulling their attention away from…themselves, if they had boobs like the chicks do. This, in addition to men's ability to focus on things such as boobs or sports on TV, would create a big problem for manhood. Plus, you add that the view of cleavage looks much different from the cleavage owner's point of view, so I'm told, and women will rule the world! In other words, guys, lets not grow man-boobs.
Then my other topic of conversation came up. It's kind of a curiosity that's related to the men's bathroom video of Friday last week. If you're a dude in a smaller bathroom with, let's say, 2 urinals and a toilet. One dude is using one urinal…why would the next dude use the toilet? Are you that self-conscious of your micropenis?? I'm not gonna look at your dick!
"Ugly Man: I committed bestiality!
Counselor: You didn't know she was an ape when you had sex with her.
Ugly Man: But I had sex with a dog, too.
Counselor: Did you know it was a dog when you had sex with it?
Ugly Man: Yes."
If I had the mind of a dog and came across the question Woodfield or Oakbrook, I'd respond:
That's like choosing which puddle of vomit to lick.
[broken link]I'm a fan.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chicago_Spire
Isn't a spire a phallus? Or am I just thinking about cocks?
"What's the smell like?...The corpse of a rotting hottie."
One thing that I thankfully haven't thought about in a while is kinda disgusting. I recall talking with a few buddies about the merits of putting one's balls inside a vagina. It would be quite a phenomenon, but, logistically, it doesn't seem very easy. Not only are the balls inside a satchel that just doesn't stretch that far, but maneuvering a teste into position to be inserted might actually hurt. Badly. Not that I'd try inserting my balls in any female orifice, but, you know, my mind works in mysterious ways.
"This is the worst day of my life!...The worst day of your life so far!"
That's pure jack-assery.
"I can't harbor a fugitive, I'm an unelected official!"
"Well, there has been much rumor and speculation... innuendo, outuendo..."
If I can't be stupid at something, then I suppose I've graduated to idiot. Self-depreciation is fun!
I've had a helluva week. And this week won't be any easier. I swear if I had like an extra day this week that would help out a lot…or even if the days were 30 hours instead of 24.
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