If you're a guy and you don't have any interest in at least ONE thing on the history or science channel start sucking cock POST HASTE.
AND
Ladies, if you're looking to bag an even half interesting man let him catch you watching the history channel occasionally. It's a small gesture (painful though it may be) but the respect he'll gain for you, probably without even realizing it, will make him more attracted to you.
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Twit
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Did you know
That the moment you fall asleep every kind of insect around your house meet on your body and crawl around to form a protective shell on your sleep paralized corpse untill just before you wake up.
Spiders
Beetles
Ants
Roaches
And
Worms
Love the skin you're in.
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Spiders
Beetles
Ants
Roaches
And
Worms
Love the skin you're in.
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Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Are you a MAN?
How can a grown man believe in god?
This is what confuses me the most. Sorry ladies, don't worry, you're next.
You're a man and you believe in a guy that you'll never see and not only that but...
YOU WORSHIP HIM?
You worship a man? Are you fucking with me?
Let's not kid ourselves, most gods, are dudes. We call them father. Gods swing a mighty dick.
Once you're old enough to live on your own you should be a little embarrassed to even look up to another man. You're supposed to become the man that gets looked up to. Can you imagine how weirded out you'd be if, when you were a kid, you found out you found out that your dad really looked up to, or worse yet, worshiped another man? On top of that your dad, the man you look up to as what it means to be a grown up has a fucking imaginary friend. At least I can still respect my dad on that level if no other.
At what point to you become your own man? You fully-grown adolescent boys. Take down the posters of the musicians you idolized when you were 16, and stop pretending to believe on the heavenly father (and heaven it's self for that matter.)
For dick's sake! You're supposed to be a fucking man. Have some fucking pride or at least have the sense to pretend to. Drop the imaginary man you're looking up to and worshiping and become that.
Thank you.
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This is what confuses me the most. Sorry ladies, don't worry, you're next.
You're a man and you believe in a guy that you'll never see and not only that but...
YOU WORSHIP HIM?
You worship a man? Are you fucking with me?
Let's not kid ourselves, most gods, are dudes. We call them father. Gods swing a mighty dick.
Once you're old enough to live on your own you should be a little embarrassed to even look up to another man. You're supposed to become the man that gets looked up to. Can you imagine how weirded out you'd be if, when you were a kid, you found out you found out that your dad really looked up to, or worse yet, worshiped another man? On top of that your dad, the man you look up to as what it means to be a grown up has a fucking imaginary friend. At least I can still respect my dad on that level if no other.
At what point to you become your own man? You fully-grown adolescent boys. Take down the posters of the musicians you idolized when you were 16, and stop pretending to believe on the heavenly father (and heaven it's self for that matter.)
For dick's sake! You're supposed to be a fucking man. Have some fucking pride or at least have the sense to pretend to. Drop the imaginary man you're looking up to and worshiping and become that.
Thank you.
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Monday, September 28, 2009
Pedophile line of the day 9/28/09
"You know, somtimes you suck on your thumb and it makes you feel better? Well it's kind of like that, except this will make ME feel better."
-some creep somewhere
-some creep somewhere
Monday, September 14, 2009
CPR
We take a lot for granted.
CPR is fucking amazing.
You're starting up a dead person.
We figured that shit out.
You're literally "compression starting" a dead person like you'd start an old stick shift with a bad solenoid.
Just like when you were a teenager picking up your girlfriend from her wealthy neighborhood in your mom's old piece of shit. When you're about to leave with everyone buckled in safely, it doesn't start, so you and your mom have to push it with the girlfriend in the driver's seat and you mom yell's "POP IT!" meaning to "pop the clutch." So embarrassing, as her parents stand at the door of their mansion watching this.
WE DO THIS WITH HUAMAN LIVES!
and if that doesn't work we have jumper cables.
Holy fucking shit indeed.
CPR is fucking amazing.
You're starting up a dead person.
We figured that shit out.
You're literally "compression starting" a dead person like you'd start an old stick shift with a bad solenoid.
Just like when you were a teenager picking up your girlfriend from her wealthy neighborhood in your mom's old piece of shit. When you're about to leave with everyone buckled in safely, it doesn't start, so you and your mom have to push it with the girlfriend in the driver's seat and you mom yell's "POP IT!" meaning to "pop the clutch." So embarrassing, as her parents stand at the door of their mansion watching this.
WE DO THIS WITH HUAMAN LIVES!
and if that doesn't work we have jumper cables.
Holy fucking shit indeed.
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