baby nightmare-causer

2002-03-02 [ 10:08 pm ]
I think if I placed the above pictured, uhh, fembot in my room, I'd be a little more disciplined.

Oh, why won't she stop watching me, have I displeased her again? I don't think I can tolerate another thrashing, and the deathrays shooting from her eyes give me a terrible rash!

If there is a law against having -too- much fun this weekend, I probably violated it like Oprah violates Bundt cake day in and day out... I whomped ass at table-top Ms. Pacman at 3:30 in the morning... Now my 80s are complete, really... It's time to move into the nineties, now! Whatev-er!

I am going to try and textualize the end of "Dock Of The Bay": duh duh-DUH-DUH-duh, duh-DUH-DUH-duh, duh-DUH-DUH-duh....

Whoops, I should leave the 70s alone, really. Blaxploitation makes me cry inside. So, here is the beginning of "Smells Like Teen Spirit", in writing: duh duh-duh, denh-denh, duh duh-duh, denh-neh, duh duh-duh, denh-denh, doo-doo! doo-doo! doo-doo! doo-doo! ROCK!

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Plywood Pete has something to say to the soul-less dolly, I think. He keeps paddling me on the ass with his face:

Well, I heard worse pick up lines from Dustin last night at the bar, so... Good job Pete! Go get her! And give me ALL the filthy details... *rowr*

photo by: kam2k