There was a bat that buzzed about, flapping in circles around and around, until I took out a broom and Beth got a pillow and we punched him out the door into the night.
There were sauce stains on my pants. I left them there and will taste them later, in their drier formation. I am going on a diet and am restricting myself to sauce stains and light beer. Maybe some grass blades in the afternoon, but that's it.
Happy day to all of my favorite wormers!!!
Monday, June 06, 2005
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Where is Mr. Dank? Is he still in your bedroom? I love to look at him.
Grass blades, yummy. With the occasional ant to tickle your tongue.
I am becoming agoraphobic. Burrow burrow burrow....
I am becoming agoraphobic. Burrow burrow burrow....
Let him back in. He is good to me. The echolocation chirps keep my mind off the voices.
Agoraphobia is good for the soul. I am interested in this echolocation. Murmurs in my mind make it seem possible.
Sloth would love to go spelunking in MM's noggin... the wonders!
I have....you need a bright headlamp.
I hear voices sometimes too. Today they told me to quit my job and move to an island in Greece. I am thinking it over.
I've been inside MM's brain too. It is misty, like a tumbly waterfall spray. Sometimes there are vises and clamps. Many shelves for books on alien invasions and ornithological precepts. It smells woodsy.
Crux you should listen to this voice. I would like to visit you on this island. Are you the one with the tuber on your wang?
I want to turn into a bat and live a life insect eating and hanging sleeping. I will not be self- aware. I am taking a dump in my cube now.
FB. I believe that is called a Dutch Waffle. I am concerned for your Fairy undergarments.
Yes, I have the tuber penis. I wanted to move to Germany--I'll have an Uber penis.
Crux. What have you? Are you wanting to be German and Kraftwerky or Grecian? Please explain. Is your tuber wang like a parsnip?
It is time for the teeming multitudes to catch fire. I want to burn and get burnt in giant barrel. Crispers.
Ouch Ben J. I do not wish to get burnt so. But good luck to you anyway.
I have a passion for fashion. I am waiting for MM in his bedroom, trying on all of his clothes. He has very good taste and an especially large collection of overalls. I am going to cut the crotch area out of all of them for him.
Mr. Dank. Please do not get your scummy filth all over my good denim. I do not wish for the world to see my crotch, I am not like you.
I am unfresh.
Danke Polska. Yes, I would rather have an Uber penis than a tuber one.
MM, you should reconsider. It's time to think outside the crotch.
Krix is right. The crotch is for show.
I love HP and MM.
Burrowing is a good idea, especially when no one can see. You must burrow underground, keep going under and wait for the rats to meet you to tell you where to go next. The further you go into the pits the better you will feel.
I love anonymous!
I am severely agoraphobic. This is not funny. I have been this way for 18 years and I am only 25. Please don't joke about such matters.
Linda I do not believe anyone was telling a joke. You need perforation techniques to expand your horizon. Imagine your guts and bowels being separated from you. It will be good.
I am chewing on frogs and cats together in a sandwich. Please post mroe pictures of kittens so that I may consider them with lust.
Well I just got back from polo and I am beat. I am currently doing some research and stumbled across your blog. Which makes me laugh really. The web can certainly land you off base sometimes. Even though your site is not completely related I think it is a nice blog. I have read back through the archives and lots of people make some good points. Silver Pony
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