Reading books about POW camps makes you simultaneous realize that your life is grade A awesome and that you are a shitty, whiny, weak willed, person. If anyone is looking for a good book about WW II check out Ghost Soldiers by Hampton Sides It is about a prison raid in the Phillipines by Army Rangers. Amazing stuff.
I wonder if I can trade in my girlfriend for a model that doesn't sleep so fucking much, likes to fuck more, and maybe has bigger boobs. I think that's how Asians work.
In the old hometown of London, Ontario. Just finishing off an awesome meal at a place called Garlics. The streets are rolled up and empty. I now remember why I moved to Vancouver. Ahhh. The good old days of Call The Office inthe 80's with the Blurbon Tabernacle Choir.
4. Drop that shit and get a woman who appreciates your company and doesn't allow her parents to dictate what she does/lives with her parents. Just sayin'.
Holy cow! Those...uh...girls? are heavy. They're the same weight almost as a real one. I bet they'd be useful as a decoy if you were using the commuter lane while you were alone in the car, too.
I find the most disturbing part about this is that people apparently buy these things second hand. http://www.realdoll.com/cgi-bin/snav.rd?action=viewpage§ion=accessories
Jesus, I would think eyes slowly rolling back and forth, like a department store elf display during Christmas, would just make it that much more creepy. *shudder*
I'd be perpetually afraid that she would wake up, kill me, and then steal my hideous yellow truck named "Pussy Wagon." Would you rather have sex with a hot dead chick or an ugly human vegetable?
Wow. I'm at a loss of words. Not at a loss of laughter, but a definite loss of words. I saw something a while back about how to make your own fleshlight in the microwave*. I would perfect that fucking process before I ever ventured to buy a used one. Though I can't imagine the pleasure of any masturbatory aid would ever outweigh the shame. I didn't try it! I swear!
There was a documentary called "guys and dolls" that followed a few select realdoll owners. Disturbing as fuck how attached people get to what is largely a figment of their imagination. Before puking last night, I drunkenly cleaned my toilet. Thanks, drunk me. I had been putting that off for a while.
Alright y'all, I'm at a karaoke bar right now and I'm well on my way to getting shit faced. I need good suggestions for songs to sing.
Montgomery Gentry-Lonely and Gone Jerry Reed-East Bound and Down Two of my personal karaoke favorites.
That's probably what made you puke! Anytime I've needed to make myself vomit, I've thought about how disgusting the inside of my toilet is and voila! Here's a post I made in the video game thread, speaking of toilets: Under normal circumstances, there are 4 of us - a manager and three grunts. I am the only girl. There was a sign above the toilet that nicely and roundaboutly asked users to be thoughtful for the person who is tasked to clean the bathroom on weekends so please clean your piss off the seats. Well, now the sign is gone and there is piss all over the seat. Aaaaand guess who they tasked to clean that motherfucker. Oh hell no! I make minimum fucking wage. You assholes don't pay me enough to clean some slob's piss off a fucking toilet. I don't play the girl card very often but all three of us grunts were in the store today (because managers don't work weekends, you see) and I was the only one tasked with such a disgusting chore. It ain't gonna happen.