Fucking can it.

So . . . what is the deal where the second you like a given girl it puts out some pheremone/statisical vibe that conspires to make it so you never see her so you can’t tell her?


I was recently very mean to a dominatrix. I actually made her eyes bug out a little. It was rad.


Other facts: Said domintrix used to be pretty cool


I’ve been fed up and working mornings lately, which means I really only work and sleep.


I haven’t had a good hard honest to god night’s sleep in a month or two. I’m pretty frayed.


What happens olympians when they win? They have like, two things they can do: Coach or public speaking. Unless they do ice shows.

I would like to see the ice-show format spread to all formats.

“And now a wonderful night of freestyle wrestling with music by Manheim Steamroller and the Boston Pops”


I am going to make a sausage containinng opiates. Her-o-ween. Deal with it.

6 thoughts on “Fucking can it.

  1. Yes, you need more sleep. Before you post again.

    Her-o-ween could also be some kind of strap on for weird fetishes. Since it’s Halloween sounding, maybe attach a spider to the ballsack.

  2. i could take or leave the wrestling on skates, but i’d be front row center for presidential campains on ice.  oh boy, he was looking so good with the two triple-axel combination early in the program, but that one-eighty on foreign policy is really gonna cost him some points with the european judges!

  3. I am not saying you were “supposed” to recongize me, just that you seemed shocked and bewildered, so I took that as you had no idea who I was or that we had hung out on a number of occations (with Trevor). Or something like that. And yes, it starts with a D.

  4. i think olympias make a lot of cash-dosh on endorsements, they get a wax figure of themselves at madame tussards, they sometimes get into movies, they become the ambassador of the nation and get lots of free sex…..

    i think…

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