Can you tell it's a full moon?

Being a romantic soul bites.

The radio stations have been plugging *hic* advertising a certain midget stripper in the erotic circus that just rolled into town...

Not I.

But, it might be best to explain that this is an expression of simple intent? A classical thing that doesn't go out of style, something like that.

I'm guessing that that's the intended sentiment. Unless the guy just hit hard times.

...Which he should be up front about.

Caffeine. I've been drinking coffee all day.

Which only explains s o m e of what I've written.

Isn't it funny how dodging the word "fat" reinforces its negativity? There are genuinely heavily built women, with thicker bones, muscles that mass more than ordinary and then there are the ones that carry around more water or fat than optimum.

I'd say that a big girl is one that isn't inhibited by fat. A fat girl, is.

My optimum would be in the range between the ones so skinny that I'm afraid I'd break them and the ones that can't keep up.


Yeah. You're absolutely correct, there are more curvaceous women these days. Frankly, they're going where the sex is.




Re another comment: There's whining and snobbery on both sides of the aisle.

I woke up this morning with a bad hangover. And my penis was missing again.

Yeah, they say the same thing here but in other regions.

"Hey there Natasha. How's my favorite minor today?" -Monty
"Hung over, I got so shitty last night." -Natasha
"On a school night? Kids these days." -Monty

From "Waiting...", one of the most vile, disgusting movies in my permanent collection, next to "Saw."

Smashed, slammed, bombed, blasted, wrecked, plastered, lacquered, lubed up, loaded, pickled, sauced...

I'd be profoundly pissed if I were passing pigs, even if I were piss drunk (American version, doesn't sound quite right to me, though).

You passed a pig while you were drunk?

Ow.

Oh, there are other ways. I've seen this picture everywhere.

Mmhmm, know what you were doing.


Side note: It's interesting how popular vegetarianism has become lately.

Though I do have reservations about the mad tater, tomato flu and bean and pod disease going around... fried squash does sound good.

Hands above the desk!

What's the saying? Give piece a chance?

I think the last one's my favorite.

Complicating simple tasks, hurrying up to wait and exploring values through perversion. Yourself?

Absolutely




Oh, that reminds me, my sound card died this week. It sounds like one of those white noise alarm clocks every time I turn my computer on and then pthbbbb, nothin'.

It's 1AM here, I'm making kill-what-ails-you coffee.

I'm taking a brain-drain holiday from writing filth and nonsense.

My brother's passed out nearby, blasting devil music.

NIN- Meet your master

NIN - The Warning