curbdrop out of grace

i could never love a girl who respects Bono

that was not a foul, that was a cock. wait, a cock is a foul. or fowl.

speaking of things up your mom's bum, it's the year of the cock, my year. some chinese resturaunt placemats call that zodiac sign a "cock" and some of them call it a "rooster". whatever man, a bird's a bird. the real question is, "is it original or extra crispy."

and i asked this girl on saturday what she thought and she confirmed my fears. but it's not really a major fear as i am aware and i can do better and practice. we talking about practice.

vague?

i wonder how much weight collectively in the human race, would be loss if cookies, chips, brownies, pies, moon waffles, and fast food were eliminated from your fat mama's cooch.

actually the real question was supposed to be, how much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a wood chuck got fist fucked? a woodchuck could chuck as much wood as a woodchuck could chuck if a wood chuck got fist fucked.

there's a sweet song by nine inch nails called wish (ddl). they reference fist fuck in the song.

i wonder how many people will stumble upon my blog after googling "nine inch fist fuck your mom's original or extra crispy bum " those are all words in my damn posting.

oh crap i think it's wearing off. i'd better go lay still in bed.

posted by fillshe @ 9:46 PM