It is about 10 degrees outside. It looks like it just snowed outside. We are both wearing amazing sweaters. What should we do? Baby, let’s dance. Now imagine me saying all that in Chinese. Nothing has ever made me so happy in my life. I know that these two Asians Lords of the Dance brought a huge smile to your face. Look at the techinque. With 2 feet of space between them. So whenever life has you down, just look at these two people. Oh and the best part is that the guy is going to kill the lady.
For all of you out there that aren’t hip to the new way of dancing, let me hip you real quick. There is a dance where you bascially rub yourself on the backside of a female. See now the key, is to actually be next to the fucking lady. Clearly this was lost on him. He has his hands where the butt should be, but there is a no butt. . . . there is no butt. Even the dorky brother in the back wearing khakis realizes the blunder. There is no fucking butt.
Unp0ssible= The next MSN
Dancing= You need class, or a butt.
pjgallaga: yay batman! pjgallaga: it ended up doing good at the box office pjgallaga: but it still hasn’t made back its budget pjgallaga: it’s made like 120 mil i think pjgallaga: 150 mil budget brandonrick5: yeah, but they don’t actually spend the budget, I think brandonrick5: a lot of it is tax loopholed and shit pjgallaga: either way they’re making a sequel so i don’t care pjgallaga: i’m happy brandonrick5: like Gilmore? pjgallaga: like birthday brandonrick5: like, woah brandonrick5: “Hey Pendejo Joe, where you going with that gun in your hand?” brandonrick5: “Man, I caught mah boo messing round with another man…” brandonrick5: “Where you gonna run to now?” brandonrick5: “Yo, I’m going way down south to Mexico…” pjgallaga: this isn’t funny yet so you better have a big finish planned brandonrick5: “Well, then get me some cheap booze from the no duty station, and Smith wants a carton of cigs…” brandonrick5: ohhh, but this is in hip hop style brandonrick5: reggaeton, perhaps brandonrick5: Jimmi will cry in his grave pjgallaga: anyway pjgallaga: i couldn’t be more happy about batman if i was buttfucking adam west brandonrick5: ……… tmi pjgallaga: i like stickin my meat in juices brandonrick5: those are called marinades, or sauces pjgallaga: wha? pjgallaga: oh pjgallaga: yes yes pjgallaga: that’s what i meant brandonrick5: good pjgallaga: *shifty eyes* brandonrick5: don’t make me cut you pjgallaga: like to see you catch me brandonrick5: bow and arrow my friend pjgallaga: yes pjgallaga: because you’re so dexterous, brandon brandonrick5: dexterity had been factored out by technology =P pjgallaga: you’re still the one who’d be operating the contraption, so i like them odds brandonrick5: the thing is… I know how to shoot a bow pjgallaga: just not an arrow brandonrick5: fsdjfasldjfldjfs… brandonrick5: we’ll see PJ, just walk under that big, innocent tree brandonrick5: nobody will be hiding up there, waiting to assassinate you pjgallaga: i’m smart enough to stay away from trees with lanky white men perched in them brandonrick5: drats brandonrick5: there goes that plan =\ pjgallaga: just for all this mess i’m going to stab you to death in the face with an arrow brandonrick5: =( brandonrick5: wait, you’re not allowed to stab me in the face with an arrow pjgallaga: do you think that’s going to stop me? brandonrick5: yep pjgallaga: poor misguided lanky brandonrick5: … lanky is better than fat pjgallaga: not if you’re shaq brandonrick5: and most anything is better than short =O pjgallaga: i’m longer than you where it counts! brandonrick5: how do you know?! pjgallaga: *shifty eyes* brandonrick5: exactly brandonrick5: you don’t pjgallaga: yes….. pjgallaga: that’s the ticket brandonrick5: I don’t think that your allowed to speculate about my penis length, either. pjgallaga: i wasn’t speculating, i was spectating! brandonrick5: that’s even worse! pjgallaga: MUAHAHAHAHAH! brandonrick5: I never suspected you… I mean, Miles… yeah, but you… never!
I finished The Grapes of Wrath. I need to listen to the Woody Guthrie song about it now. We always listen to the Dust Bowl Ballads, but I deliberately tuned out that song because I hadn’t read the book.
I can’t believe how fat I am. I had a salad but I threw it up. I can’t wait until I’m 89 lbs. I’m down five lbs since new year’s to 196. Mary Kate you’re my inspiration! Think thin!
I was hanging out with Grayson today. He’s in my third year Japanese class and I’ve seen him around at the arcade a lot lately so we met up there and played a couple rounds of DDR. I beat him, but he really gave me a run for my money! Boy was I sweating after that!
But here’s the best part of the day: I got tickets to see 12 Stones on their Jesus Lives summer tour. I’m stoked!
Anyway, time for me to go to sleep. My huge tabby Mr. Mistoffelees is bugging me but the vet said I’m only supposed to feed him 8 ounces of dry food a day.
Current mood: random/bouncy
Current music: Hamster Dance (techno version)
To show what good sports we are after the contest (and how much we really do love each other), FellowWalken and I have decided it’d be kinda fun to try our hands at each other’s bread and butter. We’re also going to be switching roles on Random Thoughts and DOs and DON’Ts this week.
When making love, you shouldn’t yell, “I’m making love!” Trust me.
It’s weird eating corn on the cob at 3am.
I don’t care what anyone says, having sex with The Invisible Woman would be fun.
Blood tastes red.
When someone says to you, “Why can’t you shut up?” and you reply with “Because you keep asking me questions!” It’s really not funny because you’ve just created a paradox.
Oops. I meant to call this thing at Midnight, but I got a little preoccupied with…stuff. What? Don’t be suspicious of God. It’s a Commandment…yes.
FellowWalken jumped out to an early lead, but it was a fool’s paradise once PJ’s supporters awoke from their deep slumbers some time in the afternoon to early evening. FellowWalken’s last ditch effort of slander naturally swayed some of the Unp0ssible faithful (you swayers, you), and nearly brought him back for the victory, but it was not to be.
Now I know that you guys are getting ready for the big vote, and that you might already have it in your mind who you want to vote for. And you may look at the fact that Pablo wrote about 10 entries, and I wrote about 3 entries. Then you might look at the fact that Pablo did Do’s and Don’t's 2 times, while I only did random thoughts once. So right now you might be saying to yourself, how the fuck can I not vote for PJ? Well I am here to tell you how. It is really quick simple. I am Fellowwalken. Look at that sentence, I am Fellowwalken. Who was there for you when you lost your job? Fellowwalken. Who was there to hold your head up when that ninja broke your neck? Fellowwalken. Who brought the towels, when you got slapped in the face? Then he realized that you needed some ice, but he feel asleep while getting it. Fellowwalken. Who made fun of you when your mom fell down on her hip. PJ did. Fucking PJ did.
Unp0ssible= The next MSN
Fellowwalken= Is A-OK
PJ= A-bad apple
Contrary to popular belief, Latinas are not, in fact, spicey like tv commericials and personal ads would have us believe. It took a hacksaw, some oven mits, and a glass of Lipton iced tea for me to be able to tell you that today. That little fun fact aside, wouldn’t you still slice your dick up into equal parts (hot dog not hamburger style…come on now) to be able to pull some Superman, be-in-multiple-places-at-the-same-time business on those hot mamas? I have eight and a half boners right now.
DON’T
Imagine there’s a wormhole that you’re trying to navigate your spaceship into, but there’s asteroids flying out of it. So you have to try your best to pretend you’re listening to the asteroids, but they just keep coming and you really don’t give a fuck about the asteroids. Shooting alcohol into the wormhole makes your mission easier, but makes the wormhole all loud and shit with the asteroids. Then, right when Nasa realizes they’ve exceeded their budget and are ready to abort to run some simulations back at the home planet, the wormhole starts sucking you in. Man, wormholes, y’alls is bitches.
Her reasoning for this: “You stay up late at night. You bite things with your teeth…you chew them.”
Actually, it’s mostly because I bite her all the time. And she says I make a sound when I do it. If that makes me a zombie, then I don’t want to be right.
After this accusation was brought to light against me, I pretended to be a zombie and tried to bite her skull while moaning, “Brains… BRAIIIIIIIIIIINNNNS!” It totally freaked her out.
