Running is not swanky.  

  I predict anarchy and chaos.  

  The Roller Coaster of Life sometimes has to make an E-stop  

  whatever. It's all stank ass to me.  

  I'm not sure if this has anything to do with the Thread, or if you'll find this to be useful information, but please know that I can suck a basketball through a garden hose.

Thank you.  

  I must warn you that country music will rot your brain.  

  We REALLY need to find GC a boyfriend. He is now getting aroused by emoticons.  

  When it comes to hot dogs, I'm like MickeyLumbo at a pool party: It's all beef or nothing.  

  The Lord God Father Almighty was reportedly "miffed"...  

  ENOUGH TV SHOWS TURNED MOVIES. THINK UP SOMETHING NEW, YOU LAZY BASTARDS.  

  I realized that I should be more dog-like in my nature. Just be. Stop all this silly worrying and just be glad that it's a sunny day.  

  My ass still hurts.  

  I have been wishing everyone, "Happy V.D.  

  I hereby officially coin a new term: actividiots. Because it's quicker than saying idiots who try to be activists.  

  I suggest buying cheap pillows at a thrift store and attacking them with a butcher knife. It works wonders.  

  Why would a lesbian bar have condoms?  

  twelve isn't too young to experience the first taste of bitter, soul-killing rejection.  

  Camping is a process.  

  I am so tired of lists. So, let me introduce ...

My Least Favorite Lists List

10. Anything by by David Wallechinsky and Amy Wallace
09. or, Rolling Stone
08. or, Mojo
07. or, Empire
06. or, Entertainment Weekly
05. or, the AV Club
04. or, Local video store clerk
03. or, List found in Eichmann's pocket
02. or, Richard Nixon enemy list
and
01. AFI  

  One can never have too much BJ  

  Nothing like a good piece of ass....  

  Get over yourself you righteous bitch and get to work.  

  From an IT support perspective however, printers can go suck it.  

  Just think: XX years + ~ 9 months ago, your parents had hot sweaty monkey sex just so you could be alive.  

  Ernest Borgnine's performance in The Poseidon Adventure epitomizes cinema in the '70s, the decade of men yelling.