I love Netflix's movie categories to sort their suggestions for you. Right now I have "Movies Based on Literature Featuring a Strong Female Lead," "Dark 20th Century Period Pieces Based on Real Life," "Emotional Dysfunctional-Families," "Quirky Romantic Independent Comedies," and then the comparatively lackluster "Witty Comedies."
Hello...Anyone else else awake at this god awful hour on a Sunday doing computer based training at work?..Just me? Thought so. Fuck this. I need a pleasant distraction. And beer
I forgot how much I like hash. England guys would get it right if you crazy fucks didn't pack so much lung-blackening tobacco into it. Hash makes me at one with nature, and the river of life flows out my third eye. I laugh like a child at the feet of the Buddha, and reject material things as.... ...sorry, I thought I was Bunny for a second there.
You had a degenerate's abortion because he wouldn't love you like you deserved? That feel, bro. I have a story just for you Crown. Woman leaves low hotel rating because a Furry Rave was going on. I would have killed a man in front of his mother to have been there for that. There is nothing more subhuman and hilarious than an adult that wears a foxtail buttplug while blowing another adult dressed like a queer raccoon.
I too, had the misfortune of having to set an alarm clock on a Sunday morning. But maybe it's because of my enjoyment of schadenfreude I must inform you that the only reason I am conscious at all is to get my morning drink on. Bottomless mimosas for $3? Bloody mary bar $3? Why yes. Then the glory of 2-4-1 drinks begins immediately after that special until the bar closes... I may end up staying the whole day. Monday will be rough, though.
That would be the scene to end all scenes, but I would probably murder anybody in cold blood if they talked to my kid that way. Still, it would be like seeing midgets tow a 747. Please tell me the guy at the front left (in red) is Chuck Norris.
Some real snow has finally fallen in the Denver area. I'm going to go out and do donuts and try and not get myself stuck (which I did before in college because I tried to jump a snow bank, I was smart back then).
I have been listening to a constant din of fighting, crying, jumping, screaming, and my favorite, non word vocalizations simply for the sake of making noise since seven this morning. I an ready to hurt something. Does anyone want some breed stock for a future Aryan master race? I'm selling em' cheap. Angel should post her boobies so something good will happen today.
Speaking of midgets, I caught a few minutes of some show last night featuring a female midget human sushi buffet. Rich folks just snatching up food off her mostly naked body at some gathering of a bunch of socialites. It was on Animal Planet. Hmmmmm
Watching the Daytona 500 a bit, and I gotta say: if 40 guys chased one cute girl around in circles for five hours and kept "tapping on her rear bumper" anywhere else, it would be one hell of a sexual harassment lawsuit. Or a rape case. Or a porn movie. In other news, I could really use donations to the volleyball charity, so please, get hammered, then donate. BTW, I must admit: 3 Olives Vodka is surprisingly decent.
Quick question: does it count as having joined the mile high club if you just masturbate at 30,000 feet?
Re: NO. Goddamn it, I got into a huge arguement with a friend going to Acapulco about that because he "pulled it off" on the flight down. The guy probably would have been smoking a victory cigarette on the way back to his seat had he been permitted. I told him that's like jerking off at home after striking out at the bar and telling the guys next day that you got laid.
In my drunken stupor Friday night I stumbled across a one-armed midget. Despite my extreme level of intoxication, I'm pretty sure it was legit.
I love this show Catfish. On the big reveal some guy finds out the girl he's been talking to is enormous and isn't who she says she was. He then pretends he's upset that she lied about her personality and doesn't care what she looks like. I would argue that if she turned out to be smoking hot, he wouldn't give a fuck who she said she was. Its awesome when people pretend to not be superficial.
Homemade chili on the stove. Homemade strawberry cheesecake in the oven. Some work done. Good Sunday.