Sunday, May 16, 2010
Textual Intercourse
me: gross. i'm watching a movie where this guy said "each one of you is to stick to the guy who called you like stink on quim"
me: it rang a bell, but i couldn't remember what quim meant
Brady: SNIZ
me: yeah, apparently it's the fluids produced by the sniz
me: i need to start working it into my vocabulary
Brady: oh
Brady: I feel gross
me: worked out?
Brady: no I just didn't shower yet
me: oh did you work up a sniz sweat beating off or something?
Brady: yeah
me: okay that makes more sense
How Rude
I hadn't seen a contraption like this before that bastard just plopped down on the bleachers right in front of people. How motherfucking rude. It's one thing to bring a baby to an event (I don't think kids should be allowed outside home/school until they can be trusted not to throw fits) but to do so in such a way that literally sticks the little jackass in people's faces is ridiculous.
Congratulations, Assholes
I was at a graduation ceremony this morning. Not only did the dean of the particular college look exactly like she belonged as a teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchraft and Wizardy, but these little beasts were there:
I wanted to tell little Fred and George Weasley that one of them would lose an ear and one would die.
I wanted to tell little Fred and George Weasley that one of them would lose an ear and one would die.
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