i wonder if any chicks have ever thought about me while they were jerking off their girl weiners...
probably.
i don't like using this thing to gripe and moan about things going on in my life, but i intend to do so anyways whether you like it or not potsie. i had surgery last week and i can't get out of the house for a while so i need something to occupy my time. i've already shaved my entire body, sculpted my pubes, shaved them, drawn libraries of percocet induced scribbles which make little to no sense (but which are hilarious when you're taking percocet), bought a cat, shaved it, created a scale re-enactment of the battle of new hampenshiresville using stuffed rodents (which i later shaved), proclaimed myself mayor, then govenor, then president, then finally emeror of awesomesville USA. (before laying the place to waste with my poor managerial skills: i forgot to feed the purposes, and seeing as they are the only true source of pure energy, all the powerplants imploded. plus where am i supposed to find replacement purposes this time of year? not randall's, they're too expensive. and i'm definately not asking maurice for some, that guy sucks. he wears like five watches at a time. man, what a useless person he is)
that being said, i feel that i ought to complain about physical therapy and the intense amount of pain it is causing me. not only am i trying to kickstart some of the muscles that have laid dormant since the surgery, but i am also tormented with watching extremely hot women of varying ages through a two way mirror while i'm doing many of my excercises. the eleventeen year old in me is excited about this, while my present self is struggling with it. (for somr reason the medicine they're giving me had made me extremely vulnerable to boner attacks)
i also see a girl that i am very interested in almost daily. now, this may not seem like such a bad thing, but i'm never done with my therapy when she's done working out, so therefore i cannot work the sympathy angle and fool her into my crippled, easily boner-fied grasp.
she will be mine. oh yes, she will be mine.
probably.
i don't like using this thing to gripe and moan about things going on in my life, but i intend to do so anyways whether you like it or not potsie. i had surgery last week and i can't get out of the house for a while so i need something to occupy my time. i've already shaved my entire body, sculpted my pubes, shaved them, drawn libraries of percocet induced scribbles which make little to no sense (but which are hilarious when you're taking percocet), bought a cat, shaved it, created a scale re-enactment of the battle of new hampenshiresville using stuffed rodents (which i later shaved), proclaimed myself mayor, then govenor, then president, then finally emeror of awesomesville USA. (before laying the place to waste with my poor managerial skills: i forgot to feed the purposes, and seeing as they are the only true source of pure energy, all the powerplants imploded. plus where am i supposed to find replacement purposes this time of year? not randall's, they're too expensive. and i'm definately not asking maurice for some, that guy sucks. he wears like five watches at a time. man, what a useless person he is)
that being said, i feel that i ought to complain about physical therapy and the intense amount of pain it is causing me. not only am i trying to kickstart some of the muscles that have laid dormant since the surgery, but i am also tormented with watching extremely hot women of varying ages through a two way mirror while i'm doing many of my excercises. the eleventeen year old in me is excited about this, while my present self is struggling with it. (for somr reason the medicine they're giving me had made me extremely vulnerable to boner attacks)
i also see a girl that i am very interested in almost daily. now, this may not seem like such a bad thing, but i'm never done with my therapy when she's done working out, so therefore i cannot work the sympathy angle and fool her into my crippled, easily boner-fied grasp.
she will be mine. oh yes, she will be mine.
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viciousdemalice:
Well that just sucks. Boners, while always cool, are never fun when unexpected, I'm truly sorry. Once, in caffene induced frenzy, I climed the roof of my high school cafeteria, stared over the school during lunch, and proclaimed myself as King of Bongland. Later on, during the b.s. student body elections, I wrote in my ballot, nominating and voting for myself as the king of bongland, then convinced thirty other people to vote for me as such. The school never gave me my office, but I was infamous from then on, and forever known as the king of bongland.....Moral of the story, drugs make for some interesting storys. GET WELL SOON!!!!!!
nataskaput:
i've ripped around on my buddies altered gentics, i' think of the 159, and the 157 street for the jib board