I remember when I was a kid, we ate my sister's pet duck. His name was Ferdinand. What were you saying?
Duck season. <a class="postlink" href="http://youtu.be/9-k5J4RxQdE" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://youtu.be/9-k5J4RxQdE</a>
The party is over. The guests have all left, and the Mrsanthropic has yacked and is passed out upstairs. I've put out the bonfire, mopped the layer of Shepard's Pie off the kitchen floor, tossed out the empties, and can kick back and have a(nother) beer in peace. Hope you all had a good night.
Oh you can't fool me. Ferdinand was a bull and he just wanted to sniff the flowers. Besides that, duck is some good eatin'. Pull the breast, flop it in flour, and throw it some hot grease. Mmmmm...good eatin'...I don't care if it was a named duck.
Weird, I was just talking about something similar to this. My friend thought it was really strange that I very rarely thought about anyone I know. Although, when I do think about someone specific, it's always, ALWAYS, a guy that I was going to have sex with but we never actually did. So I just imagine what would've happened. There are three guys, and they're some of the hottest guys I've done anything with, and the pre-sex hooking up was ridiculously good, and I would kill someone if it meant we could finish what we started. It usually works fine for me. If I had to guess using sweeping generalizations, I would bet that it's far more likely for girls to think about their boyfriends when they masturbate than it is for guys to think about their current girlfriends.
Wow, now I want duck. But I only have popcorn, which I want so badly and have been waiting to get hungry for for hours. But I'm at that point of drinking where I just feel full of beer, but no so full of beer that I get the drunk munchies and don't give a fuck. MY LIFE IS SO HARD.
Well I brought some delicious food, gatorade and tylenol to my sick friend, and we watched Battle Royale. Better than last year's St. Patrick's Day, but not as good as the year before, where if I recall correctly, we wended up playing and making obscene gestures with a cadaver's skull.
First world problems. And I must say, since I stopped watching porn my imagination has really kicked into overdrive, so my mind comes up with all kind of fun scenarios past or present when working solo. It also seems like my memory of past instances that were particularly great has gotten much better. Mmmmmmmm, chocolate milk.
I loved that cartoon when I was a kid! In other news: The Ice Cream Cake Girl just brought Li'l Bandit by my house! I knew she would crack! Fitting music:
We adopted the best doggie ever! It's a good week. Now all I want is for my stuff to arrive so I can stop cooking with plastic spoons. You have no idea how challenging cooking can be until you're sawing at a piece of steak with a plastic butter knife.
I broke through a screen on a window and found my way in. I have now gained access to the fridge. I'm going to eat everything I in it. Everything.
Apparently I cannot rep you at this moment. So, I will just leave this here: AWWWWW BABY MUFFIN FACE!!!! Yes, I baby talk dogs. I have also had a lot of beer. I also have to wake up at 7am. It will not be pretty.