I concur, about the ass and the blogging. Mrcsyrs is now on my rotation and though the Rushmore picture was cute the first eighty seven times I saw it, it is no longer cute. Ok, it is cute, but its presence taunts me.
I'LL FIELD THIS ONE: "King Tasty recommends it" is what Johan, a friend of the family, tells his wee daughter when he wants her to try eating something new. She now responds to any mention of King Tasty with angry shrieks of "Noooooo King Tasty!"
That picture is a pretty accurate representation of my idle hours. I basically eat and sleep and watch Simpsons episodes with audio commentary. That is why I have come to realize that my blog would be the most mundane piece of eff on the planet.
Total piss! That's all I do, except that I wouldn't be able to summon the intelligence to watch an episode of the simpsons. You are the writer of clever emails, ergo you are the writer of clever blogs! GET THE FUCK TO IT!!!#!!?*! But no pressure, though.
Actually, I feel as if I should also mention that I had a dream last night that Claire and Marc and I all went skiing. And Marc knew how to ski, and Claire was learning. And I, although I knew how, somehow got stuck with a too-small ice-skate on my right foot, and an overly large wellington boot on my left, which made it hard if not impossible to actually ski. I sort of had to walk/stagger/slide. Also there was some sort of animal parade going on, which was why we were there, and giraffes and pandas and stuff were lumbering down the moguls in front of us.
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As a connoisseur of fine male asses, I applaud you. King tasty reccomends it.
But seriously, boi, get that ass to blog-town pronto-pronto.
I concur, about the ass and the blogging. Mrcsyrs is now on my rotation and though the Rushmore picture was cute the first eighty seven times I saw it, it is no longer cute. Ok, it is cute, but its presence taunts me.
Yes yes, cute but no longer so, nice ass and blog blog blog but...King Tasty? Did I miss something?
I'LL FIELD THIS ONE: "King Tasty recommends it" is what Johan, a friend of the family, tells his wee daughter when he wants her to try eating something new. She now responds to any mention of King Tasty with angry shrieks of "Noooooo King Tasty!"
That picture is a pretty accurate representation of my idle hours. I basically eat and sleep and watch Simpsons episodes with audio commentary. That is why I have come to realize that my blog would be the most mundane piece of eff on the planet.
Total piss! That's all I do, except that I wouldn't be able to summon the intelligence to watch an episode of the simpsons. You are the writer of clever emails, ergo you are the writer of clever blogs! GET THE FUCK TO IT!!!#!!?*! But no pressure, though.
Actually, I feel as if I should also mention that I had a dream last night that Claire and Marc and I all went skiing. And Marc knew how to ski, and Claire was learning. And I, although I knew how, somehow got stuck with a too-small ice-skate on my right foot, and an overly large wellington boot on my left, which made it hard if not impossible to actually ski. I sort of had to walk/stagger/slide. Also there was some sort of animal parade going on, which was why we were there, and giraffes and pandas and stuff were lumbering down the moguls in front of us.
Pandas!
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