And now, for something meaningless. I blame you.
Today is the day of wierdness. I refuse to write anything actually meaningful here, because the only meaningful things going on in my life right now, are too wierd to write anyway. Go figure. So Lets start with some stupid tests:
Great. We all need a little more CANCER in our lives... feh.
Huh. It should come as no surprise that I LIVE in Seattle... but puh-lease... we're considering one of those little cities out in the nowhere. I wanna build my own home, and too many building rules and regulations crimp that. hrmf.
Huh. I'll keep that in mind, if I ever decide to move to Ireland and 'go native'...
The Cap'n would agree. Hrmf.
Hmmmmm... you'll have to ask Him about THAT though... >:)
*cackle* Oh I am SO not commenting on that.
Hmmmm... I kind of like that. Although I prefer "boinking" as a term, myself. *boink*
If I started Stripping, it WOULD be a scandal... and the name would probably really be: "he who provokes sporks to leap into the hands of watchers to make them sightless against the evil that IS the Scandal....naked... *shudder*" Yes. The *shudder* would be mandatory. But hey... why not go one step further...
Grooooossssssssss... hrmf. I object. Maybe if I use my middle name...
Ah, much better. Yes. (ahem) Much more... studly. *snicker* Of course, now I am jealous. Women can get Boobie-names. I have MAN Boobies. I have MAN Boobies that are a sight to behold. MAN Boobies that are a wonder unto themselves. Admit it. You're jealous too. We should name them:
Why am I not surprised. *sigh* When your Man-Boobies are suicidal and on the warpath, you need to lose wieght. Yep. It's a fact. I could always become a drag queen...
Mmmmmm, No. I think I'll just stay home and make lunch for my left hand instead... you can never go wrong there, right? Perhaps I should Ask Obi-Wan ...
It has a nice ring to it, after all... Nah... I think I'll just pick him up from work, offer him dinner, and a good pick up line... ...now what would be a good pick up line....?
Uhm. Or maybe not... I guess all the silly quizzes and lack of actual content today begs the final 'quiz' question... "What kind of Blogger are You?"
Eh? The fact that I don't get it, may well say everything about today's post... everything... and nothing at all... Go Figure.
Listening to: The dog, boofing at the mailman. (rolls eyes)
The Cabin-Boy wanders off again. - 2006-06-15
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