You mean that was a lie? I bought a crossbow for nothing? I thought we were going bear hunting in Canadia. I thought we were friends sandwich cat.
That's my Jeep, and I shot it, but well before. Story is here: <a class="postlink" href="http://imgur.com/a/yVGSm" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://imgur.com/a/yVGSm</a>
Why would I worry about something I don't have? Although I do get a freckle for every soul I steal from someone else.
Nett Daddy is back. Long live the King. Trampoline ladies? I wanted to post about wearing sandals yesterday and having a snowball fight tonight, but this is better. And there was something about my sweet girl Bewildered being a lightweight, ... Fuck it. She's adorable.
Who's the father? Kidding. Didn't you say twins run in your family? I bet you're on pins and needles. And congrats. You know, if that's what you wanted. Sorry to hear that, if it's not. Hey! You can make the cradle. You've got 9 months. Better get moving. Might be a little less if it's twins. But I'm sure it's not. You'll be fine. No worries. Two babies. But it's not. I just know it.
Seriously? Fine? My girlfriend is all gaga over this shit too. He looks like a fucking stoner. He was cast as the loser dealer in Pineapple Express for a reason, and it wasn't acting ability. Seriously, if that exact same picture was of a non-famous guy, people would talk about how creepy and gross it was. Oh, and a couple weeks ago he was blatantly hitting on a girl he knew was 17 online. So... I may not like James Franco much.
James Franco is unhot. He's like the sad down's syndrome love child of an overly greasy Johnny Depp and John Mayer.
Well, I was being sarcastic. I think he looks dirty there. And wet for some reason. Maybe a little high. Like how he normally looks. He's kind of a weird dude. I'd be shocked you thought I was serious, but I guess since your girlfriend likes him, there's a reason. The only dirty, sloppy guy I like is Rob Thomas. Sigh. Don't judge. He cleans up well.
Good to see Nett, but disappointed for the lack of scorched earth left in his wake. My daughter's Dance recital is tomorrow, her first ever. She super-excited and I am about seeing it, but she's in the youngest group so she's first, and then we get to sit there for four hours watching something I don't like just to wait for her to come out and bow. I was always told in the past by parents with daughters to dread the dance recital. Who schedules these things, Beelzebub? Four hours? Can't you make just a bunch of 15 minute little ones.
Because those dance teachers on stage helping out? Those ladies with the huge stage eyelashes and intense lipstick? The ones who are clapping their tiny little asses off every time any kid moves? They fucking hate that recital. Corralling kids backstage like kittens in catnip, some crying, some puking, some so fucking hyped up on soda and candy that they wet themselves in their little tutus. So better to get it over in one shot than have to rinse and repeat fourteen times. Trust me.