Friday, January 30, 2004 :::
If anybody can get me a still of Ben Kingsley, in 'House of Sand and Fog', when he's in his uniform, taping the garment bag shut over his head, I would really appreciate it.
::: at 3:26 PM
Thursday, January 29, 2004 :::
If you want a good laugh, track down the goodhearted one and I, and ask:
"So are you guys, like, a couple?"
Count to five, then duck.
::: at 5:17 PM
"As we exchange verbal foreplay he shares, "I can come just from someone nibbling my ears." Just from someone nibbling his ears? I remember the days when a warm gentle breath to my nipples would send my jism to the ceiling. Now I need the nipple clamps at just the precise tension, a finger up my ass, a cassette tape playing mundane golf commentary while I tearfully yell, "No, Uncle Rusty, no." before I can finally spew."
::: at 5:03 PM
Monday, January 26, 2004 :::
The family types responded well to the environmental factors that were present at the test. Trade shows offered a unique set of inhibitors, mostly in the form of winged angel figurines, and frogs in evening wear, that caused a distinct drop in the need for human blood, and more focus towards their newly programmed goal; snazzy packaging. Home Shopping and Bombay Sapphire is another less costly method, but this does not allow for other anothropological forays, such as wether "Home Furnishings", or "Kitchen Hardware" has the best ass (Wustoff-Trident, to be specific). Therefore, we shall conclude that all further test scenarios will invlove no less than thirty genuine faux-fur cat ballerinas, 1 case of fig balsamic, 1000 (sorry, minimum order) labels for a hardware store in Orillia, and one fiiiine peice of ass.
Can I get an Amen!
::: at 3:49 PM