One of my friends dropped off of MySpace and I'm pissed. (Hey, You! You hear that? I'm pissed! And sad. That is worse than pissed.) He was a friend of my sister's and I really enjoyed getting to "know" him through MySpace. He told my sister that he was spending too much time in front of the computer and killed his page because of it. I should probably consider that too.
About the cuntofanexwife being wanted by the police? After some snooping, it's been determined that it wasn't the police looking for her. It was probably some rent-to-own furniture place that she owes money to. Rats. And I was filled with such glee at the idea of her going to the pokey. Or something.
There is a brand spanking new liquor store 2 blocks from my home. I love it like a fat kid loves cake. Oh, oh, oh! Speaking of loving cake! We peeled outta here and went to the liquor store and the grocery store just before I started this paragraph. There is now a box of Twinkies nestled in the icebox. I had a little orgasm when we were buying them. I adore Twinkies. I mean it. Fucking adore them. We just introduced the canines to Twinkies. They adore them too. I'm letting the Twinkies get cold before I carefully lick their guts out. I'm going to get Sweety drunk and rub them on his weenie.
While we were at the grocery store I was able to read all of the trash magazines. It seems that Angelina is getting ready to kick that dirtbag Brad to the curb. You know this is a sign, right? I'm sure that she will be coming to fetch me soon. I've already instructed Sweety to start packing my bags. I'm taking the dogs with me too. Her band of merry orphans will love playing with them. Good grief. I've been tapping away at this post for 2 hours and Sweety is still watching the stupid ass episodes of Prison Break that we have recorded. I want to cauliflower his ear. This is the worst show ev-ah.
I have managed to pretty much go through my whole blogroll tonight. Go me. I didn't comment though. I have made a pact with myself to not drunk comment. But it's okay to blog like this because you don't have to come here if you don't want to.
Kat mentioned The Little Black Box the other day. She spoke of it the day before the boxes went on sale and I made it a point to use my handy dandy phone to order one as soon as they went on sale. (That's a good thing. I checked the site some 10 hours after they went on sale and they were sold out.) To put it mildly, I am quite excited to get the box. I like samples. I like smelly stuff. I like surprises. I like mail that isn't a bill or bad news. The November sale starts at 5 a.m. on 11/23 and I am setting my clock for it already because I have a feeling that this will be a monthly thing for me. I will be sure to let you guys know all about what comes in my box when it arrives.
Sweet, tiny, bright-eyed baby Jesus who has never needed Visine a day in his life, my eyes are dry. So very dry.
I am a big fan of the word fuck.
8 comments:
I've never watched Prison Break, but I have a similar problem with the show My Name Is Earl. It was hilarious for a season or two. Now it just sucks buttermilk. What is going on with these people? Can't they just leave a hit show alone?
I'm still rooting for Earl. It has slacked off but not as bad as Prison Break. (which I am going into hour 4 of watching the dvr'd episodes. gah.)
I am still trying to figure out how 24 hours and take a whole year and a prison break can take 2. I think either you break out of prison, or you don't. Thaw the Twinkies, soak them in a little rum, then freeze 'em again. You can kill two birds with one stone when you eat the twinkies.
The Phosgene Kid - With Prison Break the guy has already broken out of 1 prison but now he's in a new one. Stupid show.
Yesterday, I might have had rum soaked Twinkies but I spent all morning feeling the effects of last night and don't even want to think of drinking.
This post is great. I think that you should make it a point to do some drunk blogging at least once a month. And don't be afraid to comment on other people's blogs. The results could be quite interesting.
Midwestern City Boy - The bad thing about drunk commenting is that I forget where I've commented and don't remember to go back and check the response back.
Being so awfully sick from drinking would surely take the fun out of drinking, for me! It wouldn't be worth puking my guts up, I'm afraid....
Never saw PRISON BREAK so I have no idea what it is like....
Interesting about The Ex....I know you must be deeply deeply disappointed in the fact that it wasn't The Police...Damn! (lol)
you can drunk comment at my place anytime. And thanks for the link to the little black box. Sure, I want one, but what I REALLY want is for my stuff to be in that box. REALLY. (first a home. then the business...)
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