Apr 23, 2004 18:13
So my brother won't leave for work so I can't go on S&M pornsites. I'm sort of embarrassed I guess.
Regualar porn is pretty blase around Red. I usually have to freak him out with the gay stuff, or really freaky shit. "Hey Red look at this hot chick..." He comes in & lo0ks at the screen. I scroll down. "WANG!!!...next to a bag of Fritos"
I saw Dr. Who last night for the 1st time in a long time.
More people know of my photo man affliction. People I know keep coming into work.
I need to work out I feel soft and white. Not too much I can do about the white thing. The sun only burns this creature of the night "Creature uh-of the Niiiiiiight!" (Rocky Horror song)
So, I was bowling at UofH today alongside a group of retards. I just kept smiling and laughing to myself. The black-tard with jug handle ears was very verbal. He had the stupid voice and everything. After every time he said, "GO LISA!" to cheer on his one of his female tarderparts I said, "Derrr" to myself. Giggles
One of the 2 blondes looking over all the people 200 IQ points could possibly make dress themselves was really hot. Some of the time they would spoon with the rejects to help them get the ball down the bumper lane. HA! It was of sex. Now I search for tard porn on the World Wide Web. Not to jack off, Nay I have a seedier plan in mind.
To laugh my friends. To Laugh!
I'm mostly interested in the sound bites.
All that grunting and sounds of confusion. After its gone on a while you hear the camera man say. "All right Todd it's time to get your cookies". "Derrr Awra Awra Awrahhh!"(sound of tard orgasm) Camera man then says, "alright Todd here are your cookies"(handing him a bag of Otis Spunkmeyer oatmeal raisin).
The girl tard reaches out for Todd to share. Todd slaps her. Fuckin' Tard-Hammer Stylee!(FARTHAMMER.com reference)
Um yeah I woke up today and drove down to UofH where I'm helping run a study. I had a couple of subjects come in and complete the study. The Dr. said he was sorry about infering that I was fucking up on the computer shit. I was like, "that's OK". I don't care I just want a can of Dr. Pepper every time I show and a letter of reference, out of hanging out in the lab. The Dock then thanked me for doing what I'm doing. I care. What can I say?
I jammed a song with Sam earlier. I think I'm going to blow my pay check on a 4 track. I really need to shave my head.