Wednesday, May 25, 2005
We are all emeshed in our biographies
I don't apply modern motivation, the environment implicating the heads of the north and the south. This revolt occured in the early morning. This is an anti body syndrome without freedom. There is a pacifist strain in illness which allows dissapearance. this has to come to blows. I was predestined and yoked to extremist physicality. My interviews tell me that I join you in this. My body is punished now from north and bottom. I apply southern tactics to the northern side with pharmacology. I am primitive today. Nocturnal raids in caves are employed.
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Ham Paw, I am sending you raw healthful energy through the internets. I hope that the energy particulates will give you the positrons that you need.
What a bummer. Give in to the decadent indulgences of day time television. Sob freely, like a babe in the woods, when watching Dr. Phil, home remodeling shows, even the Weather Channel. You have my permission.
Ham Paw, it sounds as if you are rising to the occasion. Are you applying unguents and poultices? These should help, especially the anesthetizing sort.
get away HP. you are foul.
bucket of slush, you are just bitter because spring is here and your are melting away to tepid water - bye-eeee...
Where is MM? What is ham paw talking about? I know somebody whose mother is a motivational speaker. Her son has a hidden identity that he pretends is not so. This pretend is because he is fearful of many things. but not of the vagina. His mother is very unfriendly. She is blond, of course. I shared a coffee with her and her son at an expensive coffee shop.
I have a strain of something too. I think it is sexually transmitted in nature.
He is coming back tonight. now go away mcFarland retard.
Cancer, I have you.
You are my sign and in me.
HALF SHARK, ALLIGATOR, HALF MAN
The crux of it is that everything is sexually transmitted in nature; it's only natural.
Now get it on...
Hop Hop Up on the table...
Mountain Man, when you get back, behavior modification is just the begining.....now, HEEL.
Just joshing, Mcfarland is dingy....he needs the swats. Babes and drinking, what is he 12?
thanks doctor octagon! i feel much better.
I am very sexual in nature and in the city.
Oh, let's pesker him! He's on line right now, posting idiocies.
Aw, poor McFArtland. Where did this goon come from?
the name of this blog is type homo
Yo I just snarfed to bung-quaffing Jaeger shootin' milk factories in a hotel upstate, but I lost my house keys and can't wake Carla. Such is the life of The Dude.
oh, that REALLY hurt.
Other, my Brother.
Another, my other brother! Any news from mother?
Sorry, that was awful.
Sorry Other, my brother lover, I had to shove her.
that might have been worse...
hey, let's join forces against the goon.
Wait McDumbass, Carla wouldn't cheat on you, but you wake up naked with two babes, sweaty and trashed? Wait til she hears this one...
EXACTLY
you have lots of problems...DUDE.
Just to be clear. If Carla is okay with you sleeping around, great. If you don't feel like telling her about your sleeping around, great. But if you get upset at the thought of her fooling around on you after you potentially fucked (a little history here, Mountain People, He can't remember; he was too drunk) two "Sweet Babes," you need a high colonic in public while you apologize to us all.
Yeah, I'd like to witness that!
Well done McF.
Now be a man and figure out what you want, then go get it. Be nice though. Unless, of course, you are asked to do otherwise.
Point being: You don't have to be honest with everybody (too difficult) just be honest with yourself, then hold everyone, including yourself, to the same standard.
Ta Ta my boy.
Learn to hold your liquor.
Hmm, I don't know if we can let it slide.
Dude, and I get to say that here, you are a wuss. No, don't tell Carla if she is going to freak. Be honest with yourself. If you want to fool around, don't bug if and when she does.
Is she hot?
Post a pic.
You are a double wuss.
Go away, or post a picture.
Good boy.
Sleep well, mind the bats....
I am back from outer bung~!!! Hi chumps I am ready to tango, let's turn to chow and mold puppets in our armpits out of wax, the kind you can bite into. Sorry if I sound weird. I have bugs in my tropic of manhood.
Bugs in your tropic of manhood are hard to quell, they will determine anxious right-angled yearnings in the undercover of the night. I am giving birth to smaller versions of myself like one of those wooden Russian dolls. The smaller versions keep coming. We are up to 50 versions and the smallest is 1/2 inch. I am truly mesmerized, it is like watching ice melt only more deranged.
Hi MM! Wow Maelstrom, this could be catastrophic. Do you live in nuclear waste?
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