If I ever meet the one I will punch her in the head!
Just because I am drunk.
- There have been far to many people telling me some psychological babel about a movie making it sound good when in the end it ultimately sucks (*cough*requiem for a dream*cough*). If I told you that Killer Clowns from Outter Space is a cinematic exploration of the deep psychological trauma that gripes,paralyzes, and ultimately consumes many in society and how one defeats one's fear is to face it head on. You might waste 5 bucks and a friday night watching this movie which in the end is a bunch guys in bad clown make-up killing people with "space" popcorn, it sucks, trust me, that is why I own it. Even the late, great Sigmund Freud said "sometimes, A dream is just a dream". Sometimes crap is just crap
- Now for you people who believe in the concept of love I have some bad news for you. I hate to tell you this(actually no i don't) but, we are all just animals being driven by the same hormones and primitive instincts to procreate as the rest of the creatures on this planet. It is only in are immeasurable egos as a species do we believe that it is something more then that, that it is a deep emotional and spiritual experience known as love. I'll admit it, I miss my X dearly. Its not because I loved her, its because she was over all the time and I got use to having her around, so when she was no longer there I missed her. I also had a chocolate cake that I had some of every night, when it was done I missed that too, until I got another chocolate cake. Same thing with my X, she was replaced although briefly and poorly by the elf, but still replaced none the less.
- Last but not least. Why can't women give a proper hand job! Its simple you grip, jerk up and down in a smooth motion, but no, you fuck this up. You ladies got shit I got move, things I got to hold open, and then a dang-ly thing I got to find. You'll get off again when I get a decent hand job, so stock up on the batteries cause its going to be awhile
You may ask if I am worried about a slew of emails telling me I am a jerk or worst. Nay I say, for there is only one man who will read this, and that man is The Ploop Knight. Well my friend, I hope to see you on Friday and maybe even Saturday night.