How the fuck is it five thirty already!?! My day seems to have melted into painting, oddn ends, and my penis. I would masturbate all day if I had the choice.

Why is that when I want herbal refreshments that no one has the goods? Last night I was reminded of the days where I would spend all day looking, calling everyone I knew that sold. I was a BIG dick back then. But, I ended up having some good conversations with people Ive lost touch with.

I hate football. Ive always hated football. Ive been approached by ten people today asking who I am rooting for, to each Ive replied: Im for Cocks, they are amazing.
I thought it was just dogs that cocked their heads to once side when confused. Stupid, I know.

*yawn*

I want a blood hound.