Since this is a public journal, I try to spice things up with "Louisiana Hot Sauce" caliber rantings and entertaining tidbits. Basically, I would hate for someone to spend time looking at something subpar, when they could be drinking all of the intoxicating beauty this porn site has to offer. Unfortunately, I don't have anything interesting going on, so if you need to take it to the JACK SHACK, feel free to porn it up. Thanks to Robert Schimmel for the whole JACK SHACK thing. What an amazing concept? A JACK SHACK. I think all unsingle men should be allowed a JACK SHACK. Single men that live alone have no problem carving out an area for a JACK SHACK. The JACK SHACK would be a customized masturbation paradise filled to the brim with all of your favorite adult entertainment consumer products. You could put the JACK SHACK right next to the home gym or billiards room. GO JACK SHACK!!!
I signed up for classes at the local zombie factory/ community college today. Humanity spilled its remains off of the operating table and the gristle landed upon OWENS COMMUNITY COLLEGE. I feel so humiliated going to a community college. So many bizarre characters walk around that place. I figure I will bide my time accumulating credits while I wait for a job to open at the General Motors plant. So far, I'm trying for the English degree. One more smart ass suburban chucklehead with an English Degree. Like a cornfield needs Locusts. The LOCUSTS I know and love are desperately needed in the cornfield I inhabit, though. Whatever. I think it's time for some virtual massacre with my Vice City. Instead of the 80's music, I'm going to listen to Pharoah Sanders summon the demon gods with his saxophone.
Cheech, you are the man. Glad to have you back on the scene.
Alisa, don't get Munsoned out in the middle of nowhere, okay?
soundtrack of the day
ESG "South Bronx Story"
ass shaking. head nodding. oh yeah!
I signed up for classes at the local zombie factory/ community college today. Humanity spilled its remains off of the operating table and the gristle landed upon OWENS COMMUNITY COLLEGE. I feel so humiliated going to a community college. So many bizarre characters walk around that place. I figure I will bide my time accumulating credits while I wait for a job to open at the General Motors plant. So far, I'm trying for the English degree. One more smart ass suburban chucklehead with an English Degree. Like a cornfield needs Locusts. The LOCUSTS I know and love are desperately needed in the cornfield I inhabit, though. Whatever. I think it's time for some virtual massacre with my Vice City. Instead of the 80's music, I'm going to listen to Pharoah Sanders summon the demon gods with his saxophone.
Cheech, you are the man. Glad to have you back on the scene.
Alisa, don't get Munsoned out in the middle of nowhere, okay?
soundtrack of the day
ESG "South Bronx Story"
ass shaking. head nodding. oh yeah!
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ha! i studied english for the longest..actually english education...so i am there in the cornfield with all the other locust eating till i burst.
but now its good cuz i can get a degree in translating once i get my .....foreign language degree.
hehehe
painkiller picnic? sign me up.
anyway, our whole bedroom is a jack shack and i love watching my guy getting off by himself. it's usually him that wants to be involved in my solo-action. he just can't watch he always has to stick his nose in there
i know that's crude but hey...who's talking here?
love ya and hope you stop by sometime today
[Edited on Jul 10, 2003]