Nothing Matters But the Weekends
OK, firstly... Matt... shame on you for mentioning Top Pot. Shame on you. I suddenly have the craving for a Bavarian Creme Chocolate Frosted monster of a donut. Shame shame. I'm going to go to Dunkin' Donuts and punch the baker in the mouth for failure to live up to my dream pastry. Beware "time to make the donuts" guy, beware.
Sleeper, I don't know why you found the last post so funny. I think it's sad. Fat people can't help being fat. It's God's will. Being fat is god's will and being gay is a choice. Like paper or plastic. We didn't evolve from monkeys we just like to dress them up like people and make them ride around on tricycles. The big bang was what leveled Sodom. Jesus rode into Salt Lake City in a covered wagon pulled by dinosaurs. Carl Sagan is of the devil. Islamic folks are good people as long as they act Christian. What was my point? Oh... Karl Rove is a big fat sack.
He actually told me once that he was proud of his baldness. He said that god talks to you straight through your skull and hair is like a god voice muffler. I said that in dogma, god's voice made people explode... didn't he need an Alan Rickman to hear god? He made a frowny face and had me detained as a non-combatant, hate monger. Actually, I have no idea what he said to me... I couldn't tell what he said through his mouth full of Twinkies and Slim Jims.
Today is Wednesday. Is it? I'm guessing. I dunno. I'm all about the weekends.
A few more days of boredom and then the weekend. I'll be downtown this weekend... doing the museum thing. I like museums but if I get bored I tend to start making fun of certain things.
I know that's amazing.
There was something else I was going to post, but now I've forgotten.
Oh well.
Oh... I know...
Hey Karl Rove, I hope you choke on that ham sammich you bloated flesh sphere. You need to hit the treadmill... you're starting to develop your own gravity field. I swear to god I saw an MTV satelite swinging around your ass. That would explain MTV's poor programing these days.