Dogs love me cuz i'm crazy sniffable.
Oh, Mike D, you really are the ladies choice!
Will i ever get bored with the Beastie Boys?
The best thing about that line is that it's an independent statementit stands on it's own and doesn't have anything to do with the song whatsoever.
Because that's something new for the Beasties...
Even bad Beastie Boys are better than the best Eminem.
But Dogs love me cuz i'm crazy sniffable is the greatest line to ever appear in recorded musicever!
So absolutely cool, that line is, that i actually wanna get it tattooed on my cock...cyxmy coccyx.
You know, my tailbone.
But next week i'll be convinced that Ima Robot is the best post-punk/jitter-pop band ever.
So you see why i'm hesitant to to tattoo anything anywhere...
Asleep by 430am, awake by 8am.
That's right, roughly 3 hours of sleep.
Because my body's internal clock doesn't understand am and pm.
It just goes Shit! It's 8 o'clock! Get up, Fluffy, or you won't be able to get to sleep tonight!
Yes, the lil voice in my head hassles me, calling me Fluffy.
I got over it, why cant you?
So i wake up and it's 8 o'clock in the fucking morning...
That's all i kept thinking 8 in the fucking morning...?
So i eat an omelet.
Because it's eight o'clock in the fucking morning.
And i'm allergic to eggs.
And i never listen to the GOOD voice in my head.
The voice that pops up and says Ooooh, don't you dare eat that!
Shut up, pussy, my other voice says. Eat up, Scooter.
He also calls me Scooter.
I dont see why this is a big deal; why do you keep brining it up if it doesn't bother you?
And which voice do i listen to?
An hour after my omelet, i'm laying on my couch watching Face/Off wishing i hadnt eaten it. Sour stomach, nausea.
I'm thinking If i go vomit, i'll feel better.
Voice 1: Sucking on a peppermint curbs nausea.
Voice 2: Suck on this, you fucking fruit! Do some crunches, Fluffy, learn that stomach who's boss!
Guess which voice i listen to?
I'm around crunch 30 when my jowls begin watering, hinting at the upcoming evacuation of stomach contents.
Heh.
And in spite of all this, i honestly believe that i'm one of the few who aren't completely confused.
So i'm crouched by the toilet, hurling, when my dog comes up and licks at my toes, wags her tail, and whimpers, kinda.
At least i'm not alone in this, i thought.
At least i know someone cares.
And i'm thinkingI must be crazy sniffable...
Oh, Mike D, you really are the ladies choice!
Will i ever get bored with the Beastie Boys?
The best thing about that line is that it's an independent statementit stands on it's own and doesn't have anything to do with the song whatsoever.
Because that's something new for the Beasties...
Even bad Beastie Boys are better than the best Eminem.
But Dogs love me cuz i'm crazy sniffable is the greatest line to ever appear in recorded musicever!
So absolutely cool, that line is, that i actually wanna get it tattooed on my cock...cyxmy coccyx.
You know, my tailbone.
But next week i'll be convinced that Ima Robot is the best post-punk/jitter-pop band ever.
So you see why i'm hesitant to to tattoo anything anywhere...
Asleep by 430am, awake by 8am.
That's right, roughly 3 hours of sleep.
Because my body's internal clock doesn't understand am and pm.
It just goes Shit! It's 8 o'clock! Get up, Fluffy, or you won't be able to get to sleep tonight!
Yes, the lil voice in my head hassles me, calling me Fluffy.
I got over it, why cant you?
So i wake up and it's 8 o'clock in the fucking morning...
That's all i kept thinking 8 in the fucking morning...?
So i eat an omelet.
Because it's eight o'clock in the fucking morning.
And i'm allergic to eggs.
And i never listen to the GOOD voice in my head.
The voice that pops up and says Ooooh, don't you dare eat that!
Shut up, pussy, my other voice says. Eat up, Scooter.
He also calls me Scooter.
I dont see why this is a big deal; why do you keep brining it up if it doesn't bother you?
And which voice do i listen to?
An hour after my omelet, i'm laying on my couch watching Face/Off wishing i hadnt eaten it. Sour stomach, nausea.
I'm thinking If i go vomit, i'll feel better.
Voice 1: Sucking on a peppermint curbs nausea.
Voice 2: Suck on this, you fucking fruit! Do some crunches, Fluffy, learn that stomach who's boss!
Guess which voice i listen to?
I'm around crunch 30 when my jowls begin watering, hinting at the upcoming evacuation of stomach contents.
Heh.
And in spite of all this, i honestly believe that i'm one of the few who aren't completely confused.
So i'm crouched by the toilet, hurling, when my dog comes up and licks at my toes, wags her tail, and whimpers, kinda.
At least i'm not alone in this, i thought.
At least i know someone cares.
And i'm thinkingI must be crazy sniffable...
i gennerally avoid eggs too, something about the fendemental concept of a woman eating an egg?...
makes me want to vomit also.