Killing a Meme
Some dudes asked me to do this writing eight things about me thing. I don't think I have done a meme before but I'll give it a shot. How hard can it be. I am not going to pass it on though, I am the end of the line for this particular meme. Suckerzz
I recently cooked pasta for the first ever time. I put it in water and boiled it. I'm still pretty excited about it. Thing how good my life is going to be now! But don't worry, you can cook it too!!
Sorry to boast but I not so long ago went to this so expensive ball; you had to wear about fifteen layers of clothing, it was ridiculous. I had the best protected crotch this side of Guantanamo bay. This was fortunate for the community. For their safety.
One of my favourite things is when you go to the toilets and the urinals are all completely full, so you can get a justifiable cubicle. It will not appear like you have weird genitals.
I think I might be circumcised but I'm not sure. Maybe I just have small foreskin?
I wore red underpants pretty much every day until last year. This is because Mum would always buy our underwear, and she would get the multi-packs containing three colours; then Dad would get the green pair, my brother Geoff would get the blue pair and I would get the red pair. I did however have one pair of black underpants that were my cool pair. Whenever I was going out I would always wear them so a lady might see them when we took off all our clothes before having so much sex. Unfortunately, she never did. Anyway to improve my chances, last year I just flat out went and bought six pairs of black underwear; so I could have sex no matter what day it was. Unfortunately, a lady has still not seen this. Or if she has, I have not got to see hers, which seems unfair.
Things are very quiet on the sheila front. It is not even a front. My guys have not even landed on the beaches yet. They're still on the boats. No shots fired in passion.
I wish I had TROOPS. Like I was the commander of a spaceship.
"Get me some tea."
"Sucked in I don't even like tea."
I am still at the milo stage of my evolution as an adult. Real milo is so hard to get here! You can only get like chinese milo which tastes wrong.
I saw 'Fist full of dollars' the other day (Editor's note: this is a Western). During the film, I thought about punching. I sort of practiced as I watched. Punching people looks really hard. I wonder how you do it? I bet I have natural talent at it though. When I am walking, I like to pretend I can make my fist catch on fire as I sort of clench it. FWOOSH.
I recently cooked pasta for the first ever time. I put it in water and boiled it. I'm still pretty excited about it. Thing how good my life is going to be now! But don't worry, you can cook it too!!
Sorry to boast but I not so long ago went to this so expensive ball; you had to wear about fifteen layers of clothing, it was ridiculous. I had the best protected crotch this side of Guantanamo bay. This was fortunate for the community. For their safety.
One of my favourite things is when you go to the toilets and the urinals are all completely full, so you can get a justifiable cubicle. It will not appear like you have weird genitals.
I think I might be circumcised but I'm not sure. Maybe I just have small foreskin?
I wore red underpants pretty much every day until last year. This is because Mum would always buy our underwear, and she would get the multi-packs containing three colours; then Dad would get the green pair, my brother Geoff would get the blue pair and I would get the red pair. I did however have one pair of black underpants that were my cool pair. Whenever I was going out I would always wear them so a lady might see them when we took off all our clothes before having so much sex. Unfortunately, she never did. Anyway to improve my chances, last year I just flat out went and bought six pairs of black underwear; so I could have sex no matter what day it was. Unfortunately, a lady has still not seen this. Or if she has, I have not got to see hers, which seems unfair.
Things are very quiet on the sheila front. It is not even a front. My guys have not even landed on the beaches yet. They're still on the boats. No shots fired in passion.
I wish I had TROOPS. Like I was the commander of a spaceship.
"Get me some tea."
"Sucked in I don't even like tea."
I am still at the milo stage of my evolution as an adult. Real milo is so hard to get here! You can only get like chinese milo which tastes wrong.
I saw 'Fist full of dollars' the other day (Editor's note: this is a Western). During the film, I thought about punching. I sort of practiced as I watched. Punching people looks really hard. I wonder how you do it? I bet I have natural talent at it though. When I am walking, I like to pretend I can make my fist catch on fire as I sort of clench it. FWOOSH.