My back hurts!
There was a strange moment at dinner this morning where I ate my honeydew melon (or is it cantaloupe...the green one). It tasted like bacon. But I was thinking...maybe it's not the melon that tastes like bacon. Maybe it's the whole world that tastes like bacon, and the melon was just the first person who was enough of a friend to tell me.
I've been listening to "Thong Song" a lot lately. Sometimes, I really want to be a lithe, compactly muscled black guy who can sing and do flips and dance and stuff. Besides the obvious applications, it would really give me something to do at that "Lithe Compactly Muscled Black Guy" competition I end up going to every year.
Um...my...biological clock...is ticking??
Hey, I have to end it somehow.
I've been listening to "Thong Song" a lot lately. Sometimes, I really want to be a lithe, compactly muscled black guy who can sing and do flips and dance and stuff. Besides the obvious applications, it would really give me something to do at that "Lithe Compactly Muscled Black Guy" competition I end up going to every year.
Um...my...biological clock...is ticking??
Hey, I have to end it somehow.