Friday, September 22, 2006

 

Draft #147


Freestyle Fridays (Soothing tympanic membranes all accross the county)

-Hey douche bag, reading isn't music to the ears!

-As of Wednesday, I've officially become a godfather.

-As of yesterday, I've officially become the proud owner of an internet connection in my apartment.

-I can't stand people who don't know how to whisper.

-I love trying to resist laughter in situations where laughter isn't warranted.

-Fortune cookies are rapidly becoming one of my favorite desserts.

-When given the choice between regular fries or waffle fries, I'll usually choose waffle fries.

-Manure smells even worse when it's warm.

-I just got my first Blockbuster card.

-When somebody tells you, "Hey check it out." You're probably going to see something really hot, fat, or ugly.

-I kind of like having a legitimate reason not to eat spinach.

-Sewer rats make for horrible house pets, yet surprisingly , they make for excellent ninja instructors.

-Being a Brewers fan is like openly asking someone to kick you in the balls each year.

-I'm sure glad I didn't select Culpepper and LaMont Jordan in the same fantasy football draft. Oh wait, I did.

-I am a focking idiot!! (And according to at least two different sources, I am also pathetic)

-What's the ticker symbol for internet porn? Seems to me like it would be a sound investment.

-Do you think Bob Pick has ever been asked to be a mascot? He wouldn't even need a costume.

-Two things I'm completely unqualified to maintain. A garden and a sock drawer.

-My brother owns every season of the Wonder Years on DVD.

-The stripper name of the week is: Edna

-What did the female deer say to the male deer? Answer: You call that a salt lick?

-What's the stinkiest thing you can do in a casino? Answer: Tossing craps.

Comments:
I know how to whisper, but it often doesn't come out as a whipser. Hate me?
 
I guess it's hard to whisper sweet nothings into someone's ear when you suffer from voice imogulation. A disease that afflicts over 50 Americans every year. IT WOULDN'T BE NICE TO HATE SOMEONE WHO CAN'T CONTROL THE TONE OF THEIR VOICE.
 
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