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"Being in the same room with you makes me want to suck the pus out of a rancid nasty rectum."
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http://sleeptalkinman.blogspot.com/
I especially like
"Being in the same room with you makes me want to suck the pus out of a rancid nasty rectum."
If I spoke surreal aphorisms in my sleep, you can bet your left mammary gland that my missus sure as fuck wouldn't start a blog about it. She'd just put a pillow over my head and sit on it until I stopped kicking. Noice blog, though.
In other news, I'm detoxing to the max. Haven't had a smoke today. Got a nifty nicotine patch emblazoned on my left arm. I went for a run this morning at 7.30. Did about a mile, but hey, I fucking did it. That's about the first physical exercise I've embarked upon without aid of drugs in about 15 years. True story. I'm not fat or anything. It's just that my lungs felt like they were sizzling in phosphorus. I almost feel proud of myself. Almost.
Now, just the rest of my miserable fucking life to endure and then it'll all be alright.
You can die from quitting smoking. I saw it on House MD the other night, so it must be true.
Congrats, chalice! That's about all the physical fitness wisdom I have to share with you, but I think that you will ultimately feel better for it.
I have spent the past 2 years slowly atrophying due to a bad back. I will need to rebuild my muscles to feel better, yet when I do (almost) anything, I pay the price for it. Endless circle...
Any way, glad to hear you are pushing forward. If you can do it, I can say I know a guy who did it! That would be really cool for me...so keep it up! :D
Good job boy, good job, I would give you a biscuit but England is to far away, jump boy jump come on jump, there goes the biscuit good boyQuote:
Originally Posted by chalice
Even if you could afford a biscuit, (which I doubt), you'd have trouble with addressing the parcel. Even if you learned to read and write properly, (which I doubt, seeing as you're a spastic and all that), you'd be sending the biscuit to the wrong landmass entirely.Quote:
Originally Posted by pentomatoGood job boy, good job, I would give you a biscuit but England is to far away, jump boy jump come on jump, there goes the biscuit good boyQuote:
Originally Posted by chalice
Go ahead, send a biscuit to England and see if it reaches me. I'll keep my peepers peeled for it, mong-along. I'll even reimburse you if it arrives. I'll even triple your outlay, how's that? Fuck knows, you need the dough, like. You might be able to afford membership to one of those paedophile rings you're so very fond of.
Come on dog jump, jump again ho ahead, Chili wants a buscuit jump again, don't hump little kids boy don't.Quote:
Originally Posted by chaliceEven if you could afford a biscuit, (which I doubt), you'd have trouble with addressing the parcel. Even if you learned to read and write properly, (which I doubt, seeing as you're a spastic and all that), you'd be sending the biscuit to the wrong landmass entirely.Quote:
Originally Posted by pentomato
Go ahead, send a biscuit to England and see if it reaches me. I'll keep my peepers peeled for it, mong-along. I'll even reimburse you if it arrives. I'll even triple your outlay, how's that? Fuck knows, you need the dough, like. You might be able to afford membership to one of those paedophile rings you're so very fond of.
The poor dog is sad, ah poor poor dog.
Send me your address boy, I will send you buscuits I promise, and when you go to jail because of your paedophile I will send you more, good boy.
I was almost beginning to have hope for you, too. :noes: You spelled biscuit right the first time. Just couldn't make it 2 in a row, could you?Quote:
Originally Posted by pentomatoCome on dog jump, jump again ho ahead, Chili wants a buscuit jump again, don't hump little kids boy don't.Quote:
Originally Posted by chalice
The poor dog is sad, ah poor poor dog.
Send me your address boy, I will send you buscuits I promise, and when you go to jail because of your paedophile I will send you more, good boy.
Now you've gone and spoiled it all for yourself with your pathetic, illiterate gibberish.
There's a prize for anyone who can translate the spastic's drivel for me.
I think he said he likes little boys, dogs, and "buscuits"... :idunno:
If that is the case, perhaps it should be called "pedotomato"...