i have been doing so much thinking i can’t even focus my mind on this beer here. i had a quiet day of laying around staring at one thing or another: walls, kid playing crash team racing, internet. almost blankly. overload? hmmm.
i need to link find some links to rude inappropriate humor. or tell you about that sicko dream that so far no one’s made the effort to drag the details outta me. no, well, you’re right, you really don’t want to know.
maybe i’ll play some linux tetris. or another nap? no.
or tell you about that sicko dream that so far no one’s made the effort to drag the details outta me. no, well, you’re right, you really don’t want to know.
I think you wanna tellll us somethiiiiiing!
Sure we wanna know! *drumming fingers in anticipation*
it involved elvis’s anus. ok? is that enough? you want me to stop now, don’t you? you do. i know it.
besides, i don’t want to ruin anyone’s image of me, you know, thinking i’m some sort of whacko or something.
rude and inappropriate
oh. god. i had to get my inhaler i was laughing so hard. i think the nuns next door *really* think something weird’s going on here.
This always makes me giggle! Your little boy will probably enjoy it enourmously too
he found it almost unbearably funny — how cute that is! thanks.
Instead of playing tetris, go answer my quiz.
We’re all here to support you in your time of “funk”. Anything that cuts into your beer buzz is major and has gotta go.
oops, i forgot to put my name on the previous post…
~Susan
hey–don’t say NO ONE tried to drag it out of you, ok? i did drag it out of you, albeit by email, and i vote for full public disclosure.
*sigh* i’m actually in a deeper funk this morning than i was last night. the playfulness isn’t in me right now. maybe after awhile, eh?
Sure we did!
I hereby demand tales of Elvis’ anus.
I promise not to read it aloud to the thousands of ubergeeks that pass by my little bandwidth-sucking station.
alright, well, in the dream i was one of Elvis’ entourage. and you know, you do what The King says, it’s just that way. so when Elvis asked me to put a tampon in his ass, well, i did. it was one of those OB tampons, no applicator. but that was ok ’cause his sphincter kind of, how to explain this, it kind of ate the tampon up.
i don’t know why he wanted this but i remember in the dream, afterward, thinking just how much that would hurt.
see? i told you you didn’t want to know.
then you’re sicker than i thought. wait. i’m the sick one. ok, well, at least i’m not the only sicko.