FB, this reminds me of that time in grad school when you found a box in your studio, labeled "Ponytail" and it had someone's real ponytail in it. You generously gave it to me, I must still have it somewhere. Dismembered hairdos are creepy to happen upon accidentally. Stay calm, is my advice.
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I am putting my hair into ponytails so I can cut them off one by one. I think I am dying, slipping slowly into non-everything. See you later, or never again. It is time to do the gutless dance of nothingness.
What happened to FB's blog??
crappy blogger ate it again!! Don't worry MM, the Fairy Butler will be back.
oh my - i totally forgot about that pony tail talisman. it would make a nice blush applicator.
blogger is such a turd today. i hate today. BEIGE IS SPYING on me apparently and i have decided to wait and be fired. f them.
FB. sorry to hear about your beige. I told that worker bitch to grow up. now I feel guilty.
The minute I began blogging today at the beige---a total computer melt down happened! UGH...a very crappy afternoon...
Something demonic is definitely in the ether!!!
HP - she does need to grow up. good for you!!
Today I go to the magical healer. Wish me lucks.
good lucks MM! I hope you are fixed up soon.
hearts,
PeeeeeDeeeee
MM--did I mention I heart you?? I will take care of you when you are sick?
Dude! What's the deal? Are you sick or something? Shit--I hope it's not the herps. I got a bad case of that and shit, like, it was awful.
I've missed you man! I've been studying sooo much. I just finished reading Macbeth--woa! What a kick-ass piece of writing. Hubba, bubba, toil and trouba!
McFart! Long-time-no-hear-from, kiddo. You have been missed, liebling.
This school thing is no joke! I mean all this reading and stuff.
Dudes...I've missed you too. I've got a new gf, but have learned my lesson about blogging about it....
Oh McFarty....tell us about your new girlfriend. We will keep it hush hush.
PD, thanks for the well wishes. I heart you too.
hello pals. My ears are hurting. The beige is murder. Today is so beautiful! I walked to my subway and nearly skipped.
Hi. I am murder times five. It is beautiful, I can smell chicken in the air, even though it's not there. I received the pills of stoppage of embarrassing dampness today. I am luridly exciting to take them.
I am a very brave bunny. My master is very proud of me. My tummy gurgles from bunny nuggets - I am somewhat allergic to them, although I love them so. I am soft black and white bunny. I sit and stare, but have many feelings on the inside.
I am invisible, travelling on the air molecules today. That is why you can smell me all around, a pleasing friendly smell that causes perk.
Listen. I hate bunnies and chicken things. I hate animals of all types in all states. Dead or alive, I don't care. All animals should be put to stinking death.
What is so embarrassing about dampness?
Please do not perform the chicken finger rapes on me!
Yes, it is beautiful today. So beautiful I nearly tripped on my way to the subway.
Stacey I am already raping you but you cannot even feel it. Stupid girl.
Dampness is proof of existence, Crux. This is bad. It fits into PostModern theory too neatly. I am not happy about it.
PD you should know all about the theories of residue and traces. Didn't you debunk these theories years ago? However they still hold sway on feeble minds such as mine.
It is time for the parade to begin, the march down the avenue in celebration of our daring win. We won!!! Will you skip and trip down the avenue of disaster into the next era, the era of no mechanization? It is an invisible era. Do you know what I mean?
No. You are making me queasy. I hate crowds.
there is vengence in the air. There are apologies which were not accepted. The tuber is next to me and I want to cut. Trim. Cut. trim. Her stirrup pants are pilled up around her bottom.
whisper whisper whisper. Stop them. With poison and rice fermentation
I forgot to mention how miniature we are. We can fit into the stirrup pants bottom and make storms of twitchy havoc on her I am sure it is large tush.
Why not wrap the elastic loops around her neck for a good old-fashioned strangling?
I absolutely agree with everything said here. 100%.
Stacey?????????? Wake up Stacey. You used to be so sensitive to my manipulations.
Here is how I feel: like there is a secret formula to being a person and I don't have access to it. I want to calm down. This seems impossible.
Hi MM, I melt in your mouth, not in your hands.
This secret formula is beyond me as well. The crazy people around me are sighing heavily.
PD. Lets slice together. Rev her up!
yes! very sharp. Thanks, PD.
The hates are coming on strong. Slicing is the answere!
yes! very sharp. Thanks, PD.
The hates are coming on strong. Slicing is the answere!
I like this blog. I am not a spammer or a pervert. I like this blog and wanted to say so. It makes me feel good, even though it can get a little strange at times. But thank you for the fun!
Paul, you sound really sweet. I hate to tell you this though, that feeling good = pervert.
Ham can you measure tuber's ass for me? I need to know.
The alpha and the omega is merging into a white hot cinder. I'm slicing.
MM, it is 2 feet. That's right. She is the one in the office with the basket of candy at her desk complaining about people eating her candy at the end of the day.
Go grab a handful of her candy. Put one in your mouth and open your mouth - lean forward slightly, onto her desk. Let the colored spittle run down in a string onto her desk. Giggle a little. Fun????
I would like some candy lozenges right now. I am feeling sour, what I need is sweetness.
that blade is sharp PD! you are most excellent!!!
I want some candy too. I like fun dip. powder is power.
Maybe you should start dressing exactly like her.
Well, I am not a pervert. I was just trying to be nice.
I would like that PD. Do you think I can get to 3rd base with a rancher? Hot.
Paul I love you. I am sorry.
A cross section of her body would resemble a snickers bar. The peanut chunks are bitter organs.
I am a bitter organ Ham. Ham. Eat her. Maybe she is a good source of iron.
Take a picture of her cross section. She sounds suspicious.
The caramel is her bile.
mm, you are cracking me up! I can picture this candy spillage. I like this very much!
There is now a gooey blue stain in her basket. oops
A blue stain!!!!! What could be more beautiful. Time to suckle from the wineskin, Ham. Celebrate your stain and slice maneuver.
The suckling has begun. There is much mumbling under breath and slamming things beside me. It is pathetic. I must focus on the slicer.
I have a question. How can I tell if I'm fat?
HOSTILE WORK ENVIRONMENT.
Kendra, don't worry.
Describe what they are doing to you.
I just measure my ass and it's 68 inches across. Am I fat?
Listen, I am about to drop acid in like 5 seconds. It should be really wild because I am going to go bowling by myself. Any last minute advice? What should I watch out for? But don't make me paranoid, ok???
Make sure that you bowl slowly. Dont' throw the ball at anyone inadvertently. Try not to eat either. And don't look too shifty. Wear a nice button down.
there are loud sighs. Slamming down of book. Muttering to self about being angry...Right next to me and directed at me. Stew in your own juices. This is pathetic behavior. And totally not justified.
hey my main mountain man. . . in response to your question about how to motivate the little urchins. . .I posted a response over on my bloggy.
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