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So Angela covers the overflowing kitchen wastebasket with a plastic trash bag - "condoming" it like a squat elephant cock.
She flips it over, cleanly emptying it's contents into the bag.
Me - "Wow... that's ingenius. I would've never thought of that."
Her - "why?"
Me - "Cuz I'm lazy."
Her - "fuuuuck offff, fuck-wipe!"
I don't think I deserved that harsh a reaction. Hmmm, must be some long-term karma thing.
If I ever decide to join the "Hip Hop Nation", I'm gonna change my name to MC Lick My Anus.
At least 80% of my song lyrics will consist of me screaming repeatedly LICK MY ANUS !
Yeah. That would kick ass.
"i know im tough, but i still love penis. not a lesbian."
Awesome.
But I'm not gonna tell who said it because that would be an invasion of Privacy.
Laptop computers for ALL Libyan students. Eventually that rat bastard Nicholas Negreponte will be seen as one the most influential / disruptive people of the 21st century.
You do know that Amerikkka requires the people of the world to remain "mentally stupid", including our own.
The real question: What excuse do we use to bomb the fuck outta them Libyans this time?
OR we could give them a hundred channels of Direct Satellite TV - that would wipe their minds out more effectively; tunnel right to the source of danger. Free TV to the entire world... GENIUS!
It works on us pretty good.
I'm thirsty. Where's my Pepsi? No Coke.... no Pepsi... Pepsi, yes!
Like Teamsters on triple-time, Citizen Angela and I are attempting to out-lazy one another.
Has she poisoned me with her tea-rific slacktasticness? Have I infected her with my Yogic Lazyasana ways?
I did dishes. She did her laundry.
Even at laziness we're mediocre.
The newset trend in personal communication: SHUTTING THE FUCK UP!
Yep, somehow missplaced my cellphone. That's the latest in crackhead moves for the week, the other major one: backing up my truck and raking the driver's door/rearview mirror on a pole.
Exhausted... distacted. Hmmmm, what in my life has changed to cause such out-of-character actions? I dunno... give me a sign, God... really, just a sign - any sign at all, God. I'm so "confused".
Glorious, wonderful silence. As in all-capitals "SILENCE", big n' fluffy.
...what never fuckin learns.
drinkin the Green moonshine typically doesn't give you a headache,
but drinkin it for 10 hours DOES hurt. How many times have i not learned this? its been many months (perchance years) since the last sesion. myerrf!
HOW dOES tHis ALWAYS happen???!
I'm pounding water. hope it helps.
i like how fuckin Angela was super-torqued and would've shot us all to death for singing "Pupus and Bananas" or whatever we was doing. i forget.
ahhh! good times.
what of it i can remember.
oh well... fuck brain cells.
my plans for getting more things moved to the new apartment has had mixed results.
and when i say "mixed results" I mean I've done NOTHING today (unless you count playing on the internet all day as productivity).
i do.
you see, i'm "testing" the internet connection: last night i hooked up an old Mac laptop near the window of Angela's room. It scabs the neighbor's broadband router, feeds it out a hard line into our own WiFi router...
...providing stable 24-7 broadband access to all 6 computers in our new apartment all for the low price of $0.00 a month.
testing this hardware hack entails downloading mass quantities of porn from Limewire.
all in the name of Science, of course
my Squaws needed access. me Hunter, me gather game
i'm a Man. I do Man things. It's what I do.