Choo Choo
The last few days I have been thinking a lot and mentally taking on the world. Here are ½ dozen or so thoughts I am batting around, in the order of my train of thought.
Fur
Now why in the hell would you want to wear the carcass of a cute animal that was more than likely skinned alive? How is that sexy or a status symbol? All it tells me is you are so vain that you don’t care what you have to kill to think you look good. I think you look ridiculous and I would not piss on you if you were on fire.
Meat
I am not ready to take on this fight. I hate it that I eat meat and I have no excuse. I am PMSy and I really want a steak. Hell, I’d chew off my own arm right now if I could find some A-1 Sauce in this building.
Peter Pan Peanut Butter
Just as I was licking my finger after sticking it in the peanut butter jar last night, I realized the numbers on the lid were part of the recalled batch that was supposedly contaminated with Salmonella. Well, I am still here and not sick at all. Bullshit if I am throwing it out. Letting all those little peanuts shed their shells in vain? I don’t think so.
Peter Pan
I really cannot think of anything more gay than Peter Pan. Even my gayest of gay friends think Peter Pan is so gay, it is embarrassing to them. You could stick Sam Elliot in a Peter Pan suit and it would still be gay and he is the mannest man-man ever! In every stage version a chick plays Peter Pan. I was not aware the Theatre industry was short of gay men these days that did not want to wear tights and fly around. And they named a peanut butter after it. Which means I am eating really gay nuts. Hmmmm. Watch his balls, Sally.
Aunt Sally’s Pralines
Have you ever had a praline from Aunt Sally’s In New Orleans? They are great. And are somehow associated with Café du Monde.
New Orleans
If I could get a job there, I swear I would move there, set up shop and write scary stories.
Scary
Clint and I watched Jeepers Creepers the other night. I never wanted to see it because I thought the title was stupid, but that was some scary shit. Later that night we both heard a noise and ran out of our rooms, met in the living room and I grabbed a butcher knife and the thing you sharpen knives with. So if I had to stab a monster and my knife got dull, then you know, I could take a break and sharpen it real quick. Then Clint got in trouble for laughing when I was trying to kill a monster and save our lives. I can be so stupid on a daily basis.
My Mind
And that is how my mind constantly works. Smartly or stupidly – sharp as a knife.
Fur
Now why in the hell would you want to wear the carcass of a cute animal that was more than likely skinned alive? How is that sexy or a status symbol? All it tells me is you are so vain that you don’t care what you have to kill to think you look good. I think you look ridiculous and I would not piss on you if you were on fire.
Meat
I am not ready to take on this fight. I hate it that I eat meat and I have no excuse. I am PMSy and I really want a steak. Hell, I’d chew off my own arm right now if I could find some A-1 Sauce in this building.
Peter Pan Peanut Butter
Just as I was licking my finger after sticking it in the peanut butter jar last night, I realized the numbers on the lid were part of the recalled batch that was supposedly contaminated with Salmonella. Well, I am still here and not sick at all. Bullshit if I am throwing it out. Letting all those little peanuts shed their shells in vain? I don’t think so.
Peter Pan
I really cannot think of anything more gay than Peter Pan. Even my gayest of gay friends think Peter Pan is so gay, it is embarrassing to them. You could stick Sam Elliot in a Peter Pan suit and it would still be gay and he is the mannest man-man ever! In every stage version a chick plays Peter Pan. I was not aware the Theatre industry was short of gay men these days that did not want to wear tights and fly around. And they named a peanut butter after it. Which means I am eating really gay nuts. Hmmmm. Watch his balls, Sally.
Aunt Sally’s Pralines
Have you ever had a praline from Aunt Sally’s In New Orleans? They are great. And are somehow associated with Café du Monde.
New Orleans
If I could get a job there, I swear I would move there, set up shop and write scary stories.
Scary
Clint and I watched Jeepers Creepers the other night. I never wanted to see it because I thought the title was stupid, but that was some scary shit. Later that night we both heard a noise and ran out of our rooms, met in the living room and I grabbed a butcher knife and the thing you sharpen knives with. So if I had to stab a monster and my knife got dull, then you know, I could take a break and sharpen it real quick. Then Clint got in trouble for laughing when I was trying to kill a monster and save our lives. I can be so stupid on a daily basis.
My Mind
And that is how my mind constantly works. Smartly or stupidly – sharp as a knife.
posted by Wigwam at 4:04 PM
1 Comments:
Ok so the Peter Pan peanut butter recall thing...yeah I had the same "tainted" batch too! I had eaten like several sandwiches out of the jar, Jacob did, too and we never got sick. Now I did give some to the dogs as a treat;they LOVE them some p.b. Zoe got really sick and we couldn't figure out why. Well when the recall started happening and I put two & two together, it affected my DOG but not me or Jake. How crazy is THAT? So now I'm eating JIF...it's not too bad and the name ain't bad either! heehee! And I am SO with you on that fur thing! Right there witcha sista! Love love! Shel
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