There's a
FORUM, for those of you who just can't handle that I don't fart out a post each and every day for your continued amusement. Originally, I threw it up thinking it would be a good place for MWB, Darryl and I to goof around in (rather than commenting at each other under blog posts), but MWB doesn't like the internet and didn't want to go, so Darryl and I just sat there for a couple of days staring at each other blankly. Until he did something to annoy me and I made his avatar Jan Skylar. That was pretty funny.
Anyway, you should go there. My ex-boyfriend is really getting on my nerves bugging me to write shitty posts for my blog every day, and I'm just not willing to compromise my quality for his jollies.
On that topic, I am working on a Sims update, as the Kardashians would say: bible.
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Do you not realize that some of us out here don't actually have lives that are saturated with fun and wacky things like framed postage stamps and finned pigeon-robots or whatever your minions are? Some of us don't actually get to live in the magical mystical realm of your brain and can only survive/experience your bizarre comic jewels by hooking ourselves up via USB port and feed off of your wit and wisdom in the manner of an IV. If we aren't jolted with your brilliance every ten seconds, we will die and/or turn into muskrats.
You say you don't have many readers, but Nico, our lives are in your hands.
I pretty much don't even know what to say to that. But you're right about my kids - they are finned pigeon-robots, or whatever.
Am I braindead or is there no actual link to the forums mentioned in this post?
The link is in the word "forum" - I guess I hid it too well.
Oh whatever my dear ex-girlfriend. Not that I think of you as such. See, unlike you, I consider you, friend. I place no prefix ahead of that. And ffs, the way you're throwing it around, its as if you see me as your most recent ex-boyfriend. When for fact, your gracious spouse and his accession into legally bound madness aside...I am merely your most recent ex-boyfriend, over the height of 5'5''
Bugging you eh...ahem, I do believe I was asked for my opinion, which was a one and done affair. But ok, I see how you are. Ruthless, impatient AND delusional, all rolled into one tidy hand woven miniature basket.
MWB...if you think her brain is something, you should take a tour of the life shes kept in bags in boxes in suitcases in closets! But fair warning...what you are afterwards, will most certainly be different than what you were before!
Naturally you're a friend. But ex-boyfriend HAD to be explained. It just had to be.
Awww you called me friend...~sniff~sniff.
Shut up, fukstik.
Get a room, you two.
Darryl, come here. You need a hug. I know a really good robot.
People say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not.
I am however known as a Fembot!
You're a Rock'em Sock'em-bot.
I mean....
You watch your* mouth!
I'd rather watch your ( o ) ( o )s while you take a swing at me. I mean, I've just no desire to watch my mouth. imo, ( o ) ( o )s are far more interesting.
You have no idea how burly her boyfriend is - and he never talks - you know what they say about the quiet ones.
While its true I don't know how burly the boyfriend is...I have every right to cop a look at ( o ) ( o )s taking a swing at me.
That and, who wouldn't rather watch something as wholesome as a bosom instead of their own mouth? Even the quiet burly ones will agree.
Why do networks, channels and stations insist on polluting the picture with their logo?
Do they believe people won't or don't release what what network, channel or station they're watching?
Not to look like the person that posts too much...
Its been brought to my attention that something I once said, unintentionally upset the ear's it fell upon.
For that...I apologize....'sorry'.
To that I say "meh"
All has been forgiven. Besides, I don't fault you, I do have great breasts.
XD
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She does. I have wintessed them swinging... its like the butterfly effect-her breasts move and Japan runs for cover. She took a belly dancing class a few months ago and..... well, you know.
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