Dec 15, 2006 18:36
My housemate, Elinore just left for oregon today. I have the whole apartment to myself for the next two weeks. Hello naked dish washing!!!
A few days ago Elinore and I threw a party. It was ok, but the whole time I just kept thinking about how I would much rather be watching reruns of Lost.
At least I got a Jose Feliciano record out of it.
I have also had some sort of stomach flew for the last few days. Let me tell you, it is no pony ride at the county fair. Me and the inside of my toilet bowel have become very good friends. Did you know we have a lot of things in common like we are both full of shit and we have the same unpleasant odors.
On a brighter note: I don't have to worry about the getting in the dating scene anytime soon. The reason why is because I found an issue of PentHouse in the lost and found at work today.
So do you know what the ultimate form of rejection is?
When your hand falls asleep while masturbating.
Low Blow
rodney dangerfield has nothing on me...