on to your dong, and then make reference to extending it.
I should write more. For the fairly simple reason that i think of things to write, commit them to memory, and forget them in a few hours. And then i get really really annoyed at not being able to remember.
or.....Me and my freinds were walking down glasgow one day during the early evening. A wasted twelve year old approaches us and asks if we know the way to the bus station. He has two skantily clad 12-13 year old girls in arms. we conclude that they're off to have a threesome, and point them the way. How the hell does that happen! when i was 12 i read terry pratchette and cursed all the random hair growth. probably not describing this all well, but the contrast to me just seemed like the biggest !? ever.
Then again i am hopelessy naive. I blame all that high fantasy and redwall i used to read. Well i got sour news for you bag puss. turns out most problems CAN'T be sloved with a big damn sword, a mouthy side kick (don't even go there stewart) and vague rascism.
In another shocking realisiton, it just occured to me that i have seen every single episode of beyblade. even the new gumpth ones where all the main characters suddenly become really really crap. (except of course good old stock rival slash antihero kai) its moments like that you gotta ask "what the hell am i doing!"
thought of the day-my penis is like a cliche-tired and overused, but it keeps on cropping up again and again.
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