Read a toytoy post and play this in another window: Funniest theme ever from the funniest movie ever.
I'm still fucking bleeding all over the place and I seriously think my head is broken. My head is probably now mis-shaped because it was run over by a snowmobile. And I'm bleeding like some kind of fucked up pinata that spouts blood instead of candy. Seriously Y'all, I may be dying over here. This can't be good.
Maybe it's my old eyes or something, but I have no idea what is on the other side of the "=". Vodka + kahlua + milk = ... a sawed-off bottle of grey goose with some blue tissue paper inside? Red wine, you are so delicious to me, but you dry my mouth out faster than a sand buffet. I'm two glasses in and I'm licking my lips like Durbanite at the thought of a G+ hangout.
I think that if you're capable of sitting and typing out a post you're probably going to live. Just a shot in the dark. One of my classmates (not a friend) posted these all over our class page: Why does this woman exist, and how does she have a career?
Mine is usually spent with booze, a sniper rifle, and hundreds of unsuspecting drive-in movie patrons. The cars with scewed-on spoilers attached to the trunk get it first.
I don't have a horse in the race, but the officials kind of screwed KU at the end there, besides Denmon being out of his mind...
You are an evil heartless human being. Here I am possibly bleeding to death and you say "Meh." Fuck it, you're right...I'll be alright I'm just kind of fucked up and busted at the moment. And bleeding. It's not like this shit has never happened to me before. And my friends are still laughing at me for being a dumb ass.
I do have a horse in the race and I agree. That offensive foul on Robinson (that seemed to be the turning point) was complete bullshit.
I'm spending my Saturday night (after delicious Ethiopian food with a friend) doing laundry, ironing, and reorganizing all my clothes. This is driving home the point that I need to buy vastly less underwear/bras/stockings/sleepwear. I also can't bear to part with any of it (or any of my shoes) unless they're legitimately no longer wearable. Must develop self control! Also, you all can mock ridiculous pop music all you want, but there's really nothing better for ridiculous dancing around your bedroom than Nickie Minaj/Jessie J/and the like.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I'm not going to touch this one. Like throwing grenades into a school bus. Too easy.
I made myself stay in tonight because I had a lot of work to do and I know nothing will get done tomorrow. I've been sitting in the office since about 6 and have accomplished so little. I've also started keeping my pajamas at the office. Might as well at this point. Fuck, I'm boring.
UFC Bullshit: Condit just came out to this: That is pretty awesome, but Diaz is batshit crazy and this is gonna be good
The one thing that really irks me about How I Met Your Mother is the tagline: A Love Story In Reverse. By reverse you mean starting at the beginning? But compared to friends it does have one major thing going for it. HIMYM has no Phoebe. Add her to the pot of characters that I wouldn't be sad to see manacled in Black Jesus's basement.
Fuck me. I can't sleep and the house centipede is baaaaaaack. Edit: Oops, call the Feds. I just used carpet cleaner in a manner inconsistent with its labeling.
Who's shitfaced and just spent an hour and a half on the phone with the girl that he loves but she thinks of him like a brother? This guy. What the fuck is wrong with me?