Next stop sleeptown
He’s at sleeptown. He’s eating a nap sandwich right now. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5
He’s at sleeptown. He’s eating a nap sandwich right now. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5
Not wasted. Somewhere between jolly buzzed and fantastical. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5
I’m so bad at magic. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5
Want some? It’s not that good, but it’s warm and salty. Ok, that came out wrong. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5
You smell like whiskey. I feel like whiskey. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5
We wrote “help” in the middle of the field. We either used wood, or children. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5
Appendages are going like hotcakes. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5
I’m bowling in a leisure suit. I’ve never been happier. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5
I mean, I don’t think they just play with cold balls. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5
And, it comes with a stud finder. Well, all I have to do is look in the mirror. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5
Carl, show me your meat. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5
There’s a huge amount of wolf hair in our apartment. Welfare? Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5
One dollar for nine holes. Let’s share. Yeah. That’s a lot of holes. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5
Ok, two dollars. Four George Washingtons. Or eight George Washingtons, depending how you look at it. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5
Careful sitting on that. It’s an heirloom. Well, so is he. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5
Oh, I can’t get down on my knees anymore. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5
Look at the red lights on the dome — they look like breasts! Now there are three of them. Yes, it’s like an alien. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6...
Is there cream on the table? Yes, but if you’re feeling insecure you can bring some more. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5
My hair is NOT grey. It’s platinum-blonde and white. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5
“Lower Decks.” That sounds saucy. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5
Do you find Ensign Crusher a dreamboat? Yes? In an underage sort of way? Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5
What kind of A-B-up-down combo do I have to push to see some dick around here? Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5
That plus granola could pass as breakfast. More like elevensies. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5
No voicemail. Maybe it was a robot, calling about enhancing my balls. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5
I’m just writing them down so I can look at them every day. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5
He’s training for the Darwin awards. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5
It’s been decided. Unanimously, I have made the decision. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5
That’s what I want on a bumper sticker: “Christ is my copy writer.” Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5
Rhode Island. Who gives a shit. Sell it to the French. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5
We’ve been talking about some stuff to help idiots, in a sexy way. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5
Cupcakes are slutty muffins, that’s what they are. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5
How do you make sure your ass doesn’t fall off the chair? I’m top-heavy. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5
That’s the first thing you learn when you’re a scientist — how to tell human from turtle. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5
I like when he has a mustache. I just feel better. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5
I have a Favre jersey. It’s in a box. In the box where you keep all the stuff from your ex-boyfriends? Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5
Is he being a shithead because he thinks we forgot his birthday? No, he remembers. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5