Leisure, tans and that sand-in-the-toes shit embodies the summers of most sane individuals. My summer is embodied by constant pondering. I ponder various things, particularly the conundrum, "exactly how the fuck will I use this fresh, pesky Bachelor's in English" If you believe I've solved the conundrum, you clearly did not major in English, which means you are 10 times wiser than the fool whose "work" (if you can really call it that) you (for some reason) are reading.
But, with a few FaceBook associates starting up blogs, and Liberty isn't Free! Don't Tread on Me! now revolving (and rightly so) around Chris Lewis' 2010 campaign, I might as well throw my aging grey "Snoogans" skull cap in the ring. Qualculus will put that degree to minor and occasionally productive use, though the effort is free of charge. Maybe I should look up how to make money allowing ads on here... assuming it is not another slither of bullshit, among the Internet's endless capacity of bullshit.
My own slither of bullshit will contain a few shit's and fuck's being tossed around like dollars for strippers. But, some strippers are pretty, so you should give them a couple of dollars for the show and/or for a "dollar lap dance." Glorifying strippers is what scientists deem "politically incorrect," but it won't be the last "politically incorrect" piece you read from me. I never care about fitting in a "PC" mold; I'm the bastard child of eloquence and vulgarity's unfortunate fornication. Besides, the only difference between my glorification and a politician's glorification is my disinterest in hiding the glorification. Strippers make an honest living, so why disrespect and/or self-righteously shun those working girls (and guys)? We can't all be lawyers, doctors, businessmen/women and ultimate FaceBook warriors.
My own slither of bullshit will also come in various stenches. One entry might have a Mixed Martial Arts, Boxing and/or Kickboxing stench. Another might have a political stink, which may or may not be worse than the smell of Delaware. Then, a certain slither might have that academically-routine current event~!! write up, where I react to what happens. Be warned that an event could range from religion bullshit, a scandel or something completely bizarre, and my reaction may or may not agree with your reaction. Hell, one might absolutely stink of something WTF worthy, like not beating Kintaro half-frustration, or how much I love Dolph Lundgren as the Punisher. The random "frustration" will always be very half-hearted, because I generally do not give a shit about much; Hakuna Matata!
But, something I do give a shit about is Porn Fail, a swirling vortex of visual porn- and sex-related bloopers, hilarity and general fails. I visit it daily, and always get some LOLZ out of it. Be forewarned, because Porn Fail is NOT for those who lack a sense (perhaps even twisted) of humor, are easily offended by things which exceed their own idea of "normal" human function and are trapped in the quicksand of a high moral ground.
Fortunately, I'm pretty hard to offend.
But, with a few FaceBook associates starting up blogs, and Liberty isn't Free! Don't Tread on Me! now revolving (and rightly so) around Chris Lewis' 2010 campaign, I might as well throw my aging grey "Snoogans" skull cap in the ring. Qualculus will put that degree to minor and occasionally productive use, though the effort is free of charge. Maybe I should look up how to make money allowing ads on here... assuming it is not another slither of bullshit, among the Internet's endless capacity of bullshit.
My own slither of bullshit will contain a few shit's and fuck's being tossed around like dollars for strippers. But, some strippers are pretty, so you should give them a couple of dollars for the show and/or for a "dollar lap dance." Glorifying strippers is what scientists deem "politically incorrect," but it won't be the last "politically incorrect" piece you read from me. I never care about fitting in a "PC" mold; I'm the bastard child of eloquence and vulgarity's unfortunate fornication. Besides, the only difference between my glorification and a politician's glorification is my disinterest in hiding the glorification. Strippers make an honest living, so why disrespect and/or self-righteously shun those working girls (and guys)? We can't all be lawyers, doctors, businessmen/women and ultimate FaceBook warriors.
My own slither of bullshit will also come in various stenches. One entry might have a Mixed Martial Arts, Boxing and/or Kickboxing stench. Another might have a political stink, which may or may not be worse than the smell of Delaware. Then, a certain slither might have that academically-routine current event~!! write up, where I react to what happens. Be warned that an event could range from religion bullshit, a scandel or something completely bizarre, and my reaction may or may not agree with your reaction. Hell, one might absolutely stink of something WTF worthy, like not beating Kintaro half-frustration, or how much I love Dolph Lundgren as the Punisher. The random "frustration" will always be very half-hearted, because I generally do not give a shit about much; Hakuna Matata!
But, something I do give a shit about is Porn Fail, a swirling vortex of visual porn- and sex-related bloopers, hilarity and general fails. I visit it daily, and always get some LOLZ out of it. Be forewarned, because Porn Fail is NOT for those who lack a sense (perhaps even twisted) of humor, are easily offended by things which exceed their own idea of "normal" human function and are trapped in the quicksand of a high moral ground.
Fortunately, I'm pretty hard to offend.
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