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I haven't been the most active of people these days. Recently, the most body muscles I move on a typical day are four. And that is really to just reach over and grab a beer while watching reruns of The Simpsons in my underwear. That will all change one day when the stars are well aligned, but until then I'll just wish and hope that I don't start growing things from my limbs. Unless, well. Hehe. But no, no apple trees or anything like that. But if I did grow a tree, I wish someone would build a tree house up it and start a club like kids typically do. Naturally, I won't be in the room to keep an eye on things, but if I overhear something nasty about me I can just shake a leg and serve punishment. That just got me hungry for dinner, I'm debating whether I should make some pasta or call for Chinese. I've been seeing the Chinese delivery dude an awful lot lately, due to the fact that I need the grub and he need the dough. He hasn't shaved in two weeks. That's got to be a record or something for longest time gone for a guy without shaving. Well, since the times of Moses. Come to think of it, what if Moses was of these times? I think he'd sport a good ol' mohawk and be the life of the party. Like, he'd come down that mountain and read the commandments, then dive into a pile of Catholics and party like it's 1999 B.C. Awesome.
I wish I had something interesting to say but I saw the Devil at Wal~Mart and I sold my soul for some of their bunny slippers.
Anyway, I'll return to my tree growing. Later.
P.S. I love Sheryl Crow. And Elizabeth Banks. And J.Lo's ass.
I wish I had something interesting to say but I saw the Devil at Wal~Mart and I sold my soul for some of their bunny slippers.
Anyway, I'll return to my tree growing. Later.
P.S. I love Sheryl Crow. And Elizabeth Banks. And J.Lo's ass.