Lick Me. Now sugar free.
It’s not even pig sex unless you both enjoy it right? Fuck the letter of the law, I’ll send you a letter.
Was there a cartoon called Preston Pig? Is that just me?
Belgian Waffles, and also Belgian Wafflers, one leads to the next, I wonder if they’re all heterosexual. I wonder if we’ll ever know which things are important.
OR, as Joyce Cary said,
“The saddest thing is that we don’t know what we don’t know, and the more a man thinks he knows, the less he does.”
I was recently on the continent, as they say, and I tried an eloquently flavoured pasta dish with a certain unknown spiced sausage of some description and it had a certain… ambiguous flavour, I loved it. Of course, I’m always on the continent, and the pasta came from a packet of the brand “Continental,” but hell, what really is the meaning of putting the world’s good fortunes to yours. Eh?
I have also been somnambulating…. But perhaps I only dream that I do. We believe in what we cannot see, and we see what we cannot believe, so who will film it? Jim Jarmusch… god I hope so. We’ll all be minimalist idols.
Minimalist Idols? Jack White? Big Day Out? SURE DO HAVE MY TICKET. See you there, fellow fans, I hope they play Truth Doesn’t Make a Noise. Then again, fuckit, artistic freedom abound, play whatever the Christ nigger porn slut they want!
Bent Get, assholes of the ever daily night!
Was there a cartoon called Preston Pig? Is that just me?
Belgian Waffles, and also Belgian Wafflers, one leads to the next, I wonder if they’re all heterosexual. I wonder if we’ll ever know which things are important.
OR, as Joyce Cary said,
“The saddest thing is that we don’t know what we don’t know, and the more a man thinks he knows, the less he does.”
I was recently on the continent, as they say, and I tried an eloquently flavoured pasta dish with a certain unknown spiced sausage of some description and it had a certain… ambiguous flavour, I loved it. Of course, I’m always on the continent, and the pasta came from a packet of the brand “Continental,” but hell, what really is the meaning of putting the world’s good fortunes to yours. Eh?
I have also been somnambulating…. But perhaps I only dream that I do. We believe in what we cannot see, and we see what we cannot believe, so who will film it? Jim Jarmusch… god I hope so. We’ll all be minimalist idols.
Minimalist Idols? Jack White? Big Day Out? SURE DO HAVE MY TICKET. See you there, fellow fans, I hope they play Truth Doesn’t Make a Noise. Then again, fuckit, artistic freedom abound, play whatever the Christ nigger porn slut they want!
Bent Get, assholes of the ever daily night!
posted by Cal Samson at 9:26 PM
3 Comments:
You're a strange and disturbing man.
oh no, there was a cartoon called preston pig. there was this wolf that kept trying to eat him too. great stuff. almost better than fairly-odd parents
Hahaha, best exchange from fairy oddparents:
(After the kid has just destroyed his dad's trophy)
Dad: Flamethrower!? Where did you get a flamethrower!?
Kid: Idunno... Internet?
Dad: Well! You can just go to your room until you learn to respect other people's property! ...Or welding... whichever comes first.
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