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thong - GASP
April 6th 2004
Augh, the cabinet just ripped a patch of my knuckle hair out. I'm not even sure how or why it happened. Just one of those random furniture mishaps. They probably resent their wretched place in life as mere... placeholders.
And the other day? Pus shot out from an ingrown finger nail. It oozed all over my keyboard at work. Maybe my hands are instinctually territorial. Or rather my hangnail just wanted to give me sass. I must admit my finger has felt better since that gooey explosion.
Here's a man who wants to tickle you 'till you pee.
On another totally unrelated note, I think I'm gradually becoming boring. At least for today. Tommorrow I might join a troupe of circus performers to increase my levels of je ne sais cois. Or I might just go to work again. I imagine the circus would get boring after a while anyhow, and there's always the risk of being gored by an elephant or a midget.
Safe adventure, where are you?
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thong - good granny
April 13th 2004
Things to look forward to when you're older.
That and then the sweet merciful grip of death.
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thong - SHAVING THE TRAILS
April 29th 2004
Well, I finally got sick of the hairy forests under my arms. Wearing sleeveless shirts would always make it look as thought I had tiny afro-sporting natives suffocating in my arm pits. With my girlfriend Cheryl's assistance I've managed to ruin the home land of the follicle forest. The only concern I have about this clearcutting, besides any questioning of my air of extreme masculinity, is the itch. Any stubble really starts to itch in a damned hurry, and certain little spots are pretty red. The thought of ever having to pop an ingrown hair there is quite unsettling. Though it probably can't be any worse than popping an ingrown pubic hair on your testicle. Hypothetically speaking of course.
The other day I had a baby fetish guy call in for help with his MSNTV. No, this is not someone who pleasures himself by touching his dirty parts while ogling pictures of undressed infants, but rather dressing himself up as a baby complete with a diaper hiked up to his nipples. I believe his moniker was "TinyTony", and he loves to tell stories, play, nap, eat snacks and get into mischief. I was trying to fix some problems on his account so I managed to get a wonderful view of a picture of himself in a variety of baby like situations. Anyhow, I'll let you get into the world of adults-as-babies culture on your own with some links.
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