I AM ALIVE
Don't worry guys... I didn't die...
Man life has been busy... I never thought I says this, but: "too busy for live journal." God, I remember when I used to post like 8 times in one day... man how genital herpes changes things... controling all of these out breaks is just exhausting.
OKAY... so I DON'T REALLY have genital herpes... but I feel like I could have CAUGHT THEM today since I found a Straight Porn Mag in my mailbox today. YES KIDS... my innosence has been stolen by a magazine: I saw a vagina today.
PUSSY, BOX, CUNT, CLIT, STINK WALLET, AXE WOUND, BEEF TACO, BABY MAKER
WHATEVER YOU WANT TO CALL YOURS... I DON'T CARE... the point is I SAW ONE TODAY.
Kids, I was walking home from school, minding my own buisness, and I saw that there were some envelopes in my mail box, so went over to grab them... and then I saw it... in a mysterious green plastic bag... little did I know there were lady crotch parts inside... Some guy named Michael S. Banks ordered it, and he either used the wrong address to have it shiped to, or he used to live here... because MY ADDRESS was alllllll over this green bag of horrors... I had my fingers crossed that it might be a gay porno... beacuse in THAT case I'd keep it... ha ha ha... but NO... I open the bitch up and there are two women using vibrators on eachother... TWO BIG PURPLE SPARKLY DILDOS... (where have I heard THAT before?)
As soon as I realized that I was holding titties in my hands... I threw it across the room, and while screaming, ran into the kitchen to warsh my hands...
Like it isn't enought that every time I walk to school I get attacked by squirells that POP out of tree trunks... but now I am getting ass and titties delivered directly to my door.
Honestly... SQUIRELLS... christ... I'll just be MINDING MY OWN BUISNESS and OUT OF FUCKING NO WHERE roddents attack me... okay, not literally biting me or anything... but coming up close and giving me dirty looks... somtimes gesturing at me... and then jolting back to their stash of nuts that I was apparently TOO close to.
Maybe squirells like boxes... because then I could give them the tity crotch mag as a peace offering...
Oh the world I live in... boobs... golly
Man life has been busy... I never thought I says this, but: "too busy for live journal." God, I remember when I used to post like 8 times in one day... man how genital herpes changes things... controling all of these out breaks is just exhausting.
OKAY... so I DON'T REALLY have genital herpes... but I feel like I could have CAUGHT THEM today since I found a Straight Porn Mag in my mailbox today. YES KIDS... my innosence has been stolen by a magazine: I saw a vagina today.
PUSSY, BOX, CUNT, CLIT, STINK WALLET, AXE WOUND, BEEF TACO, BABY MAKER
WHATEVER YOU WANT TO CALL YOURS... I DON'T CARE... the point is I SAW ONE TODAY.
Kids, I was walking home from school, minding my own buisness, and I saw that there were some envelopes in my mail box, so went over to grab them... and then I saw it... in a mysterious green plastic bag... little did I know there were lady crotch parts inside... Some guy named Michael S. Banks ordered it, and he either used the wrong address to have it shiped to, or he used to live here... because MY ADDRESS was alllllll over this green bag of horrors... I had my fingers crossed that it might be a gay porno... beacuse in THAT case I'd keep it... ha ha ha... but NO... I open the bitch up and there are two women using vibrators on eachother... TWO BIG PURPLE SPARKLY DILDOS... (where have I heard THAT before?)
As soon as I realized that I was holding titties in my hands... I threw it across the room, and while screaming, ran into the kitchen to warsh my hands...
Like it isn't enought that every time I walk to school I get attacked by squirells that POP out of tree trunks... but now I am getting ass and titties delivered directly to my door.
Honestly... SQUIRELLS... christ... I'll just be MINDING MY OWN BUISNESS and OUT OF FUCKING NO WHERE roddents attack me... okay, not literally biting me or anything... but coming up close and giving me dirty looks... somtimes gesturing at me... and then jolting back to their stash of nuts that I was apparently TOO close to.
Maybe squirells like boxes... because then I could give them the tity crotch mag as a peace offering...
Oh the world I live in... boobs... golly