Quit hurling barrels at me, you big ape!
One-liners are great. Sometimes, people feel like making a LJ entry; just one-sentence long, about what's currently on their mind. Of course, the problem is that we have different "points of impact". No, I'm not talking about Christopher Reeve's neck. By "points of impact", I mean people who not only read our entries, but comment as well.
This brings out the green-eyed monster in me. It does! I must admit, I am overwhelmingly
jealous. Man, I wish I could write one sentence and get 50 comments! I mean, you must have the personality and communication skills of a coked-up Whitney Houston to solicit that many comments. Either that or all those 50 comments are from guys who want to get in your pants. If this is the case, I must decline. I'm not interested in 50 guys who want to sample my ass, no siree bob!
I'm over the jealous spell now, because I came to understand the crucial equation:
PUSSY + STUPIDITY - SHAME = INANE COMMENT x 50
By the way, your personality is more like Donkey Kong's.
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Speaking of Christopher Reeve, it really sucks. I mean, really. That damned horse should have been gone down in memory as the greatest action-movie star of all time. Mr. Ed did what Lex Luthor and Nuclear Man never did; and that's bring that pansy Superman to his knees. Instead of being cast as the ultimate bad-ass in DOZENS of Hollywood action films, the poor horse was promptly made into glue.
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The other thing about short posts that I loathe are the way all these half-wits are seemingly in a race to see who can be the most cryptic. Sorta like how Britney Spears and Cristina Aguilera are racing to see who can be sluttier. The difference is that I would fuck both of them. Lets look at an example:
You taste like stars
You feel like thunder
I think we all agree that stars taste like Pop Rocks, but what in good Ghandi's name does thunder feel like? It certainly can't feel like an orgasm, since people who post hieroglyphics in their LJ aren't familiar with that feeling. Oh yeah, quit being so damned horny. Two words: Dil Do. Get one.
If anybody can tell me what fucking thunder feels like, I'd greatly appreciate it. My mom found me lying on the ground naked, with a curtain rod up my ass, and she said that was nowhere close.
This brings out the green-eyed monster in me. It does! I must admit, I am overwhelmingly
jealous. Man, I wish I could write one sentence and get 50 comments! I mean, you must have the personality and communication skills of a coked-up Whitney Houston to solicit that many comments. Either that or all those 50 comments are from guys who want to get in your pants. If this is the case, I must decline. I'm not interested in 50 guys who want to sample my ass, no siree bob!
I'm over the jealous spell now, because I came to understand the crucial equation:
PUSSY + STUPIDITY - SHAME = INANE COMMENT x 50
By the way, your personality is more like Donkey Kong's.
......
Speaking of Christopher Reeve, it really sucks. I mean, really. That damned horse should have been gone down in memory as the greatest action-movie star of all time. Mr. Ed did what Lex Luthor and Nuclear Man never did; and that's bring that pansy Superman to his knees. Instead of being cast as the ultimate bad-ass in DOZENS of Hollywood action films, the poor horse was promptly made into glue.
......
The other thing about short posts that I loathe are the way all these half-wits are seemingly in a race to see who can be the most cryptic. Sorta like how Britney Spears and Cristina Aguilera are racing to see who can be sluttier. The difference is that I would fuck both of them. Lets look at an example:
You taste like stars
You feel like thunder
I think we all agree that stars taste like Pop Rocks, but what in good Ghandi's name does thunder feel like? It certainly can't feel like an orgasm, since people who post hieroglyphics in their LJ aren't familiar with that feeling. Oh yeah, quit being so damned horny. Two words: Dil Do. Get one.
If anybody can tell me what fucking thunder feels like, I'd greatly appreciate it. My mom found me lying on the ground naked, with a curtain rod up my ass, and she said that was nowhere close.