sleep would be nice

The Condom, with his latex cape billowing about him magnificintly, is the protector of penis city. he has a whole rogues gallery of villains-captain chlymidia, master clap and non-water-based-lubriant man. but he also has his allies- diaphram woman and his sidekick, water based lubricant man (he has an evil twin)

"Hows the new suit, Dom? those new ribs should enhanced your abilities by 12%"


This is how sexual education should be taught at schools. all i gots to do is sit back and await government funding

thats one damn ugly mirror i'm looking at

not been a good week for sleep.

but on the plus i learned to play the firefly intro on geetar

and the world keeps turning

huh

thought of the day- I will not be popular this year

what the hell is this man on about?

There are a thousand little ironies presented to you each day, providing you want to see them of course. I'm thinking it a better idea to at least try and ignore them, and chalk it up to an over active imagination brought about by an exceptionally dull summer. And before anyone gets paranoid, i'm just talking shit about life in general. I think a lot of people read into blogs farrrrrr too much.

The future starts soon. And i'm veiwing it with not pessimissm exactly, but a certain degree of caution. What do I want to be in the future? fraid thats still not decided. in fact I get annoyed at people with drive and ambition that know exactly what they want to be when they grow up. I myself have always wanted to try my hand at many things. saying to your guidance teacher at highschool that you want many different jobs may be laughed off and excused as inexperience, but saying the same thing at the end of uni may present a slight problem. a likely outcome is me and my brother will get pissed and stay in all day playing videogames. and when you put it like that it aint exactly the worst of prospects

thought of the day-i should probably stop telling people what exactly it is that I do with detol and sudocrem

the gay

Now i've no idea why, but back home it is the height of hilarity to act gay. But it turns out in the city there really are people that...are gay! my mind was blown and my ass was grabbed. but ole bobs all about the banter, and yesterday i decided it would be "talk wierd and slightly mean to my gay waiter friend day!" He had a hickey as well, which i pulled him up about, calling him "hickeyberry hound" all day-the dirty dog. Then there was the classic

"You only like mayonaise cause your gayyyyyyyyyy!"
"I know!"

or, at the other end of the spectrum

"Your special Rob"
"No, your special man. cause you make others feel special. and thats the most special thing of all"
then i went off to do some heavy lifting ala over compensation

My father would not approve.

Thought of the day-the new phrase to ask if someone is ok shall be "Everything chipper, skipper?"

smooth chin operator

"Gang bangers don't just gang bang. they do many many things. like read the paper. and do the crossword. 8 down, to bang with a group."

Now there is no way that that conversation should result in my getting a girls number. but thats how the cookie crumbles. no doubt cynicism will win the day yet again though

a little side note

Me and ross drank cider and completed halo 3 on legendary. jealous? you should be