This afternoon (Sunday) I was walking past the Marc Jacobs store in San Francisco, and there was this guy in a skunk costume in the display window.
Monday, March 17, 2008
Monday, March 10, 2008
It's my blog.
I've been really gassy these past couple of days. And by gassy, I mean I've been farting a lot. YES, you needed to know that. NO, it is not way too much information. In fact, it is exactly the right amount of information you need to know at this very moment in time.
This is my blog.
Enjoy it.
This is my blog.
Enjoy it.
Saturday, March 01, 2008
Add this to your list
Something you will never, ever hear:
"Do you know who I am? I'M DEEPAK CHOPRA, BITCH!"
Never.
"Do you know who I am? I'M DEEPAK CHOPRA, BITCH!"
Never.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Inevitable
One of the rules in life:
The day you go out looking your absolute shittiest is the day you will run into either your ex-girlfriend or that one girl you are trying to convince that you are the bee's knees.
If you're really lucky, you'll run into both. At the same time. And you'll fart.
The day you go out looking your absolute shittiest is the day you will run into either your ex-girlfriend or that one girl you are trying to convince that you are the bee's knees.
If you're really lucky, you'll run into both. At the same time. And you'll fart.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Another Valentine's thing
Sex with me is like riding a really fun rollercoaster. Up and down, upside down, lots of laughing, someone loses the camera, and when it's done, you feel like puking.
Yeah. It's that intense.
Yeah. It's that intense.
This is the Valentine's card I sent to my friends...
I choo-choo-choose YOU all as my Valentines! Isn't that swell and shit?
That Cupid fella has good aim. Goes straight for the main body mass,
where all the vitals are. I must now remove this barbed hunting shaft
from my torso. That winged motherfucker uses arrowheads used to take
down elk! I think my left lung has collapsed. DAMN YOU, CHERUBIC
ARCHER! DAMN YOU TO HEL- [collapses in a heap] [major blood loss]
That Cupid fella has good aim. Goes straight for the main body mass,
where all the vitals are. I must now remove this barbed hunting shaft
from my torso. That winged motherfucker uses arrowheads used to take
down elk! I think my left lung has collapsed. DAMN YOU, CHERUBIC
ARCHER! DAMN YOU TO HEL- [collapses in a heap] [major blood loss]
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Moving?
If you have a dog or cat and want to move into a building that doesn't allow pets, just dress it up in human clothes and tell the landlord that it's your child. If they say "That's not a child, that's a cat," just get insulted and say "Are you saying my child is ugly?"
It works.
Trust me, it works.
It works.
Trust me, it works.
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