Very cool. I'm recently intrigued in the sensations associated with hooks and suspension. It seems so intense.
I'm gonna stick with putting bait on hooks. Fuuuuck that... My girlfriend greeted me at her apartment last night in some skimpy, lacy lingerie. After a 6 hour drive (mainly through Iowa), it doesn't get much better than that.
Anyone else get that feeling, when paying property taxes, like someone has just reached into your chest and pulled out part of your soul? My one recompense is knowing that at least I've got a house and am not trying to buy in the bullshit market in Toronto right now. $500K for the average 3 bedroom home with no yard, crack den neighbours and asbestos in the walls? Pass. Edit: Bobby Brown left Whitney's funeral early because they wouldn't accomodate his entourage. Oh no he di'int! <circle snap>
Fuck that noise of buying anything else. Just start saving every glass container you buy. Nothing says classy like drinking out of a mason jar that used to be full of salsa.
Four thousand posts. Were we ever so young? I would like to thank the little people. Namely Hasbro and Kang, the two imported midgets operating inside the life-like robot that's typing this message at my computer. The real me is on a leather couch in an Amsterdam coffee shop, scratching my ass with an ice cream scoop.
That's no what BB says, but I gotta believe the truth is somewhere in the middle. <a class="postlink" href="http://www.vibe.com/post/v-exclusive-bobby-brown-issues-statement-regarding-whitney-houstons-funeral-128258" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://www.vibe.com/post/v-exclusive-bo ... ral-128258</a> They let her boyfriend speak but not her ex husband/father of her children? That's not right.
I feel bad for Bobby Brown. How do you top a cameo in Ghostbusters II? He tried crack, platinum records, and Whitney Houston. None could compare. So, really, this is all Dan Ackroyd's fault. Which brings us to the metal Ghostbusters theme:
I understood about 11 of those words, and they were all terrifying. I have a deep respect for anyone who knows specifically how much pain they can be in and still successfully ejaculate. That takes practice and a sort of sexual listlessness that is unfathomable to me. I just returned from Kuala Lumpur which was an awesomely nerdy trip. The second I got off the plane, I'm reminded of how corrupt and inept the people are in this country, from a customs official blatantly trying to scam me for $50, to a taxi driver attempting to charge my girlfriend ten times what the metered price is, to nearly getting hit by a half dozen vehicles on the way to dinner. Meanwhile, the Girlfriend is in a white-girl-problems spat with a coworker over a blog post in which we were described as a "disgusting and uninteresting American couple". God. Damn. I would kick babies down elevator shafts to be at Mardis Gras right now.
Just made the weekend booze run, but the best score was non-alcoholic - Mexican Coke. I've heard the legends, but never tried it. That ends in 15 minutes.
Oh son, be prepared never to be able to drink American Coke again. Mexican coke is the shit followed closely by British Coke. Far far far down that list is the swill they give us in the States with its Hi-fruckedtosed dreams of being anywhere near what Mexican coke is. I envy the orgy that your tastebuds will experience for the first time. I tearfully salute you good sir.