this has no apparent purpose
ya know, we film animals having sex and it's educational...we film humans having sex and it's immoral. what's up with that?
also, why is it just amusing for comments when male monkeys get it on with other male monkeys? aforesaid film of male humans getting it on = middle america (kind of like middle earth; lots of short people with hairy feet) going...pardon the pun...apeshit?
i think i'm on to something.
either that, or i've had too much caffine tonight. oh hell, it's probably the second one.
i think i'd have made an excellent viking.
well, i'm not so sure about the rape part, everyone would have to consent, but i'd be a hellagood pillager. and get to eat pig on a spit and such. or...moose or whatever they have in norway. dinosaurs? and i'd have a horned helmet and wear fur. fur from animals that i'd killed. for i would of course be an excellent hunter. when not brawling or pillaging or having totally consensual but massive amounts of sex.
i also would have made an excellent caveman, but that's another story.
i could be a viking. i just couldn't sing oprah. oh. opera. opera. uma. opera. uma. the only opera i know is elmer fudd's 'kill da wabbit'. oh, and also a bit of gotterdammerung, because i'm in some way cultured that you haven't figured out yet. die walkure is not bad.
jennifer aniston wants me.
amanda's currently planning -- oh, hypothetically, i have to insert that in there or i'm in trouble -- hypothetically how in theory she would topple the current government of a south american country not named to protect the innocent. hypothetically, of course.
i really wish my life would occasionally stop resembling a pinky and the brain cartoon.
"gee amanda, what are we going to do tonight?"
narf.
also, why is it just amusing for comments when male monkeys get it on with other male monkeys? aforesaid film of male humans getting it on = middle america (kind of like middle earth; lots of short people with hairy feet) going...pardon the pun...apeshit?
i think i'm on to something.
either that, or i've had too much caffine tonight. oh hell, it's probably the second one.
i think i'd have made an excellent viking.
well, i'm not so sure about the rape part, everyone would have to consent, but i'd be a hellagood pillager. and get to eat pig on a spit and such. or...moose or whatever they have in norway. dinosaurs? and i'd have a horned helmet and wear fur. fur from animals that i'd killed. for i would of course be an excellent hunter. when not brawling or pillaging or having totally consensual but massive amounts of sex.
i also would have made an excellent caveman, but that's another story.
i could be a viking. i just couldn't sing oprah. oh. opera. opera. uma. opera. uma. the only opera i know is elmer fudd's 'kill da wabbit'. oh, and also a bit of gotterdammerung, because i'm in some way cultured that you haven't figured out yet. die walkure is not bad.
jennifer aniston wants me.
amanda's currently planning -- oh, hypothetically, i have to insert that in there or i'm in trouble -- hypothetically how in theory she would topple the current government of a south american country not named to protect the innocent. hypothetically, of course.
i really wish my life would occasionally stop resembling a pinky and the brain cartoon.
"gee amanda, what are we going to do tonight?"
narf.