Life In One Word
From an email I received:
Life is all about ass;
You're either covering it,
laughing it off,
kicking it,
kissing it,
busting it,
trying to get a piece of it,
behaving like one,
or you live with one.
On an unrelated note, I found a website with instructions for making cheese. Life doesn't get any better than this.
Someday, you'll find me on a farm as a wrinkly old lady making cheese and chugging vodka. Well, only if I don't bag my yacht husband.
posted by SuperKate @ 11:24 AM
8 comments
8 Comments:
You could always make a yacht husband out of a huge block of cheese.
asses are like humanity's favorite things. We sit on them, grab them, use babies' asses as a standard for skin texture... They're great.
Yes, but I haven't seen one in a long time.
That's what credit cards are for dear MikeyPants. As for making a husband out of cheese - I prefer that my men don't get moldy.
Essy, I don't understand what's so great about baby asses. They make stinky messes that other people have to clean up. It's quite unfair.
I hate to tell you, all of us males will get moldy eventually.
Yes, but I don't have to keep you in the refrigerator.
And as far as I know, you don't melt in the microwave.
There's only one way to find out if Mike will melt in the microwave.
BeakyDarling, what's your story about baby asses?
Essy, I think we should definitely see what happens when MikeyPants is microwaved. Experiments like these might bring me back to the sciences...
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