I kinda like to picture them both, along with Sofia Vergara, all doin' stuff to each other, while at the same time losing half of the conversation in translation.
WOOO! I LOVE the spontaneity of last minute plans to go camping with a huge group of people, half of whom I don't know, 3 hours away, just for shits n' giggles. I love the 'pick up and go on an adventure at the drop of a hat' feeling it inspires. Have a great weekend Idiots, I'm hittin' the road!
Know how I know you're gay? You're a Saints fan....plus you brought up conversation in a Selma, Rosie, Sofia threesome.
Well, just when you're about to go "South of Heaven", even if she's "Raining Blood," know you can trust Slayer brand condoms. Oh. And this is a real thing. In other news I have a sinus infection so bad I feel like my head is about to pop. Fuck everything.
I want to paint the really sad picture of me during this weekend/hurricane. My dad's coming down on Saturday to help me move all my stuff to the new apartment, but I can't actually move in until the first. So I'm going to be sleeping on my blankets on the floor of my empty room for four days. And, my window is really broken, and once my dad takes home the a/c that's kind of, sort of, not really holding it at least somewhat together, I basically won't have a window. It's going to feel like I'm squatting in my own room. I'm just going to cross my fingers and hope that what I'm assuming will be inevitable rain coming into my room won't reach me huddled in the opposite corner. At least I'm in one of the "don't worry it probably won't flood here" zones...although I'm only two blocks away from a bad one so....not sure how that works... Speaking of, I find it funny that according to the map I looked at for all that, all of NW Brooklyn is in some kind of danger except for almost the exact borders of Williamsburg. It's this little empty spot right in the center of all these red and yellow warnings like "HURRICANE: YOU CANNOT STEP TO THE HIPSTERS." Is it on a hill or something? I've never noticed.
My brother called me this morning...his wife is a photographer and wants to 'surprise' me with a photoshoot when I go see him. He asked me if I would be okay with that...and said that the shoot was for a different style of photography she hadn't tried yet. I'm a camera whore like anyone else. If my Mormon sister in law is wanting to do a boudoir shoot with me I may have to NOT do that...
How you said it: How I read it: Now that you mention it, I really want to see some Amish porn. Yeah, you churn that butter. Churn it you nasty Mennonite. You're so dirty... because you have no running water. Yeaaaaaah, everything's a sin. Which makes it so good.
I would just like to know where, in the eastern 1/3 of Canada I would guess, do people speak English that is equivalent to Boomhauer from King of the Hill? The last great lakes boat I loaded was Canadian flagged and had half the crew speaking like this. I know there's french up there[and some of them did speak french as a primary language] but I think with these guys English was their primary language.