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Thanksgiving. Yeah. Woo. Food, broken toilet, gay couple squabbling, me sick, played with a friends new HK .40, got drunk on Captain Morgans Private Reserve (good sahh!) then, meat and pills.
You know that phase in a "relationship" where you are still "just hanging out" but you feel yourself falling harder than Linkin park album sales and you have no idea what to do next? I really don't want to do anything to queer our friendship, but I'm tired of not being able to hold her hand, touch her hair when ever I want, just smile at her and have her smile back and have it mean something totally different. All I can say is weeeeee! It's like a big dumb rollercoaster fueled by stupid!!! weeeeee
At this point in my life, I can't purchase the Irish Wolfhound that I want because I just don't have the room. They're as big as a pony almost. Biggest breed of dog in the world. But, what I do plan on getting this spring is the next best thing. A Miniature Schnauzer solely because they look like little old Scottish men. I think next to owning a horse of a dog, this is too fucking cool. A dog with a beard and eyebrows, and they're all around sweet gentle dogs. Woot.
This is totally unrelated, but I heard some scientist is out there trying to dispell the myth that turkeys are stupid. I had no idea about this myth, and I want to know how I can find something like that to do for a living. Where does a guy like me sign up for a lab coat, those protective goggles, a clipboard, and a random agenda trying to dispell a myth that was perpetuated by Looney Tunes.
I hope everyone gorged and got drunk just like me. Lord knows I earned it by digging pepperoncini's out of a toilet main today!!!
Now Reading: (Finishing up) American Gods by Neil Gaiman
Thanksgiving. Yeah. Woo. Food, broken toilet, gay couple squabbling, me sick, played with a friends new HK .40, got drunk on Captain Morgans Private Reserve (good sahh!) then, meat and pills.
You know that phase in a "relationship" where you are still "just hanging out" but you feel yourself falling harder than Linkin park album sales and you have no idea what to do next? I really don't want to do anything to queer our friendship, but I'm tired of not being able to hold her hand, touch her hair when ever I want, just smile at her and have her smile back and have it mean something totally different. All I can say is weeeeee! It's like a big dumb rollercoaster fueled by stupid!!! weeeeee
At this point in my life, I can't purchase the Irish Wolfhound that I want because I just don't have the room. They're as big as a pony almost. Biggest breed of dog in the world. But, what I do plan on getting this spring is the next best thing. A Miniature Schnauzer solely because they look like little old Scottish men. I think next to owning a horse of a dog, this is too fucking cool. A dog with a beard and eyebrows, and they're all around sweet gentle dogs. Woot.
This is totally unrelated, but I heard some scientist is out there trying to dispell the myth that turkeys are stupid. I had no idea about this myth, and I want to know how I can find something like that to do for a living. Where does a guy like me sign up for a lab coat, those protective goggles, a clipboard, and a random agenda trying to dispell a myth that was perpetuated by Looney Tunes.
I hope everyone gorged and got drunk just like me. Lord knows I earned it by digging pepperoncini's out of a toilet main today!!!
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banana peppers..
and* kills cold right in the face *
better?
[Edited on Nov 30, 2003 1:25PM]