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red hot chili peppers all over your face kid

so i think local car dealership commercials are the worst. they are such shite quality and so lame. i don't understand why they bother wasting their money. they'd be better off investing in a glock, some hollow tip bullets, and a shit load of bounty the quicker picker upper (after watching the "superfly on tnt" scene in pulp fiction, they'll be quite the mess after action is taken).

there's something comforting to me about clipping my finger nails (not so much with clipping the toe nails though). i'm not sure, but i'd almost describe it as minor orgasmic. it's not the same as sticking my thumb up my ass or watching arnold in "last action hero", but it kind of does the job.

i think it might also be a comfort thing for me. i just like knowing that my nails are cut to the grit... knowing there's a diminished chance of me drawing blood, should i accidently scratch my balls while i'm sleeping.

jane made a good point to me today at work. she told me that my blog probably won't recieve any paid advertising on it as it is too vulgar. that would be ideal, making my millions from the comfort of my own wet-dreamed stained bed.
i haven't had a wet dream in at least 2 leap years. yeah that's right, you do the math booooooooy.

yeah so the point is i think jane is right.

posted by fillshe @ 10:07 PM