My Brief Absence Will Have Left a Hole in Your Soul I'm Assuming
Have you noticed, the world is a very sexualised place? DIRTY DIRTY. I hadn't noticed, honest. HONEST. Until I read this. My view of the world as clean and innocent has been painfully shattered. This story will be very interesting to K, whom I will quote here from one of the many personal ads he has placed on the internet in order to find his One True Love (...I am but a stop-gap. Meh. You take what you can get):
My passion is full contact origami, which I dedicate about 85 hours a week to.
In neuronews: I have gotten a new cover for my mobile phone. This would be about the seventh cover it has had in the last couple of years. This is because I (and the previous owner) have a predisposition to dropping things. It is a gift known to few. I feel so isolated.
Yesterday, we got insurance for our automobile. Today, we got tax. It's all coming together beautifully.
Tomorrow however, we launch into a weekend of fully-fledged babysitting. Children are not, shall we say, "my thing", but thankfully the children we are stealing for the weekend are very simple to take care of. Pop them in the cupboard with a torch and a book of ghost stories and half a pound of jelly snakes (or cola-bottles, whatever), and you won't hear from them for days. (Once you knock them out first.)
We won't be able to go anywhere with the children because apparently K and I are "dangerous drivers" who have "no regard for human life". Yawn. If your car can do 120, take it to 120. And we'll pass our tests eventually, like.
I tend not to use my journal as a forum for airing my political/anything views...more as a place for saying slightly incoherent shit that amuses me, if nobody else. However, you must read this because, as Fark's author Drew Curtis points out, "Sometimes the jokes write themselves, sometimes they run for president." Do I agree with Drew Curtis? Hell, I don't know. Allow me to feign being unopinionated. (Can you hear my housemates laughing?)
Today I made a discovery.
Meet...Bibleman. Yes. Bibleman...the superhero of...reading the bible. If I link you to the site then I'll be further destroying the cred of Christians.
I'm afraid I'm too upset by this discovery to go on. Instead, I'm off for a road trip with my husband. In the words of the great prophet Ali G: Education should be spread throughout the nation, if we want to get into the space station. Wicked, reespect, boyaka-sha, big up.
My sentiments exactly.
Wow. Look at the size of Bibleman's lad!
Posted by: mr_angry at November 12, 2004 07:15 PMBy the way, some bloke in England created a 12ft oragami penis recently. This got quite a bit of media attention, and managed to deeply anger the previous record holder of adult oragami - some Japanese bloke. So, in the spirit of competition, he went and hung a 120ft oragami vagina off the Statue of Liberty. Oragami - more exciting and comepetitive than you would think!
I wouldn't recommend the origami condom. PAPER CUTS ALL ROUND.
The thought of that has me literally wincing.
Posted by: David Barrett at November 13, 2004 12:39 AMI like Bibleman.Bibleman is cool.
THERE.I left a comment.
Posted by: Deborah at November 13, 2004 01:04 PMPS. What is my URL?
A URL is a universal resource locator. Basically a web address. If you had a website, that is what you would type in there to get people to visit.
If your boss ever asks you to add them in to the company website, say that you can only get them in purple and that it will take 6 weeks. People are clueless. You are no longer people. Or clueless.
I give up.
Posted by: Full Time Christian at November 13, 2004 09:33 PM