February 2010
January 2010
gruesomely out of context
“would you pass the butter, please?” my mother says. to my father she says, “do you know what felching is?” ”felching,” I lower my voice. I’m calm now. “felching is when a man fucks you up the butt without a rubber. he shoots his load, and then plants his lips on your anus and sucks out his own warm sperm, plus whatever lubricant and feces are...
ask
well, I did it. ASK ME A QUESTIONS FAITHFUL FOLLOWERS
k, bye dearest internet comrades.
things I am going to dangle infront of myself and maybe do today:
wake up in the PM’s (accomplished, thank you all)
eat a slew of unhealthy breakfast items
read
MAYBE PAINT (but this probably won’t happen so fuck it aaaaall)
watch something with seth rogan or andy samberg or another one of those jilf’s (jewfro I’d like to fuck) in it.
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shot-gunning anybody in this room would be the moral equivalent of killing a car, a vacuum cleaner, a barbie doll. erasing a computer disk. burning a book. probably that goes for killing anybody in the world. we’re all such products.
