Holy shit.
For those who don't know my insane sense of humor, the title is a pun, a wordplay if you will, meaning the plant and the expression. I'm scanning my friends page and seeing lots of Anti holiday remarks. My theory, as of this moment, is that as we grow older the magic of the holidays begins to fade. We realize that the joy we received from coming down the stairs and seeing a piece of 15 dollar plastic wrapped in a microwave box with a note from Santa grows just a bit harder to express as we age. I myself received a farting dog for X mas. I shit you not (no pun intended), my father got me a small stuffed dog that makes farting sounds when you squeeze it. I enjoy it immensely, and will most likely kill the batteries in a matter of days. I guess my point is that if you're reading this and nodding your head thinking about how crappy your holidays were just remember that it's only going to get worse. Those are my amazing words of inspiration. My love goes out to all those who were unhappy over the holidays.
HUGS!
On a mostly unrelated note, for those of you who don't know there will be a small house party at my house tomorrow the 30th of December. There will be a limited amount of booze, an ample amount of boobs, lots of mistletoe and foreplay dice to be rolled over and over and OVER again. Anyone who'd like to come is welcome, but you will probably be touched/suckled/squeezed/groped/fondled/snuggled/loved in various ways/danced with/danced at/danced upon/as well as pretty much anything you can convince me to do while I'm still tipsy. I'm not speaking for Chris, but I'm pretty sure he'll be doing all of the above as well, so you get your choice of poison I guess. For anyone who need directions feel free to give me a call at 612 239 0156. Anyone found to be abusing this number will be smote with the wrath of GOD. That is all.
HUGS!
On a mostly unrelated note, for those of you who don't know there will be a small house party at my house tomorrow the 30th of December. There will be a limited amount of booze, an ample amount of boobs, lots of mistletoe and foreplay dice to be rolled over and over and OVER again. Anyone who'd like to come is welcome, but you will probably be touched/suckled/squeezed/groped/fondled/snuggled/loved in various ways/danced with/danced at/danced upon/as well as pretty much anything you can convince me to do while I'm still tipsy. I'm not speaking for Chris, but I'm pretty sure he'll be doing all of the above as well, so you get your choice of poison I guess. For anyone who need directions feel free to give me a call at 612 239 0156. Anyone found to be abusing this number will be smote with the wrath of GOD. That is all.