Well I sure am glad you kicked out the riff raff. We want to keep this quality programming for the upper crust, after all. Wait, isn't 15 well past the age of majority in like half of the southern states?
I'm being forced to watch Episode I again. My God, I've forgotten how awful this pathetic excuse for a movie is....
I didn't know there was a step in the tiled kitchen at my friend's housewarming party and I totally ate shit. I can already tell my left knee is going to be fucked tomorrow. Ok, where's the wine?
Where the hell has the day gone? Got up late, ran a couple of small errands, came home, and now I'm too fucking bored/tired/lazy to do anything other than drink and catch up on last night's UFC while spaghetti sauce simmers on the stove. Today is just one of those days... at least I don't have to work tomorrow.
Jacked up my rotator cuff doing yard work. Trying to explain to my wife what it would mean if it was anything more than a light sprain (can't lift my arm more than 45 degrees without substantial pain): "You have a VAGINA!" No sympathy from that woman.
We went to a relatives Christening today. It was great to catch up with family, but I can't help but feel like I missed an opportunity to have someone whacked, me being a godfather and all. I'm also very dissappointed that the Canadian board members have been keeping this great beer a secret:
Desperate times call for desperate measures. My shoulder/rotator cuff/arm is in so much pain, after my wife and I searched the entire house for my pain meds from when I blew out my knee (turns out she gave them to her grandmother and didn't tell me -- what the fuck???)... we've decided the next best thing is a glass of wine. My first sip of wine in almost 2 years. And toss in under a dozen beers for special occasions like when we found out she was pregnant. Sure, it's just a $10 bottle, but the taste is heavenly. Though the buzz even half a glass has given me.... uhm.... I'm not sure I like the feeling.
He said he started out eating glue for attention in elementary school, liked the attention he got from eating crazy things and never looked back. I imagine your stomach builds up quite a tolerance after a while. Like those dudes who can break concrete blocks with a finger. The finger is all mangled because it's been broken time and time and time again. Small breaks that re-grow stronger, until the thing basically turns into a battering ram. On a slightly related note, one time I broke my dick when my wife was riding me and it landed between her ass and her shitter. Her twitter. It turned black and blue and I literally got blue balls, which she thought was funny because fuck her. Hopefully one day it can also turn into a battering ram.
He's gotta be. How could he survive all the shit he does? "Watch me chug a liter of tequila." Okay, guy.