also…

my TV is now tainted with the lameness that is wrestling. i won’t go into details, but I must burn it tomorrow, and smash it. burn it and smash it and drop it into the hot liquid from the terminator 2 movie, where they lower the governor of the california.

also: paper planes is now top selling on itunes cause of pineapple express preview. unfair unfair!

also: I want to see pineapple express.

also: also.


why do I say dirty things?

I want people to stop finding my site by searching for “my son and I have sex”. I don’t even remember what I said to make loafe.com pop up when searching for sex with your son, but I am sorry for it.

there is no incest or son sex here! NONE! go away! we don’t condone or approve or accept that! we abhor it! it’s not okay, go away go away! don’t have sex with your children! you sick dirty freaks! seriously. SERIOUSLY. go away! leave this place. you dirty us with your dirty searches. go, go now. don’t come back.

shame to you and your house. not all fantasies are okay. not all dirty is sexy. go go!


suggestion: do not wipe with cotton candy

so this weekend I used a public restroom in which the toilet paper was like cotton candy. I don’t mean it was soft like cotton candy, I mean it had the texture, the substance, the integrity of cotton candy.

It was flimsy and barely there and melted as soon as it got wet.

I should have tasted it. maybe it WAS cotton candy.

mmmmm. I love cotton candy. if my hair were made of cotton candy, I would be so beautiful. and it would be very delicious to eat me. and my hair. no one would complain ‘your hair is stuck in my mouth.’