My First Computer
January 26, 2007I remember when I broke my first computer. I was so scared to tell my father that I tried to fix it myself. Glue, duct tape, hammer and nails really don’t help.
I remember when I broke my first computer. I was so scared to tell my father that I tried to fix it myself. Glue, duct tape, hammer and nails really don’t help.
Bald people make me laugh because I have hair and they don’t.
I went to a fancy deli one day to buy some rare cheese and the guy behind the counter wouldn’t sell me any. He said, “You don’t look like a person who knows what to do with this kind of cheese.” What audacity this man had, all I wanted to do was warm the cheese up and then shove it up my butt.
Should I feel bad that I was happy when my parents died, and I threw a party and I took a crap on their graves?
Not A Stalker - When they write you a poem.
Stalker - When they write you a poem that mostly uses the words watching, die, death, and masturbating.
I could be a doctor. All I have to do is once in a blue moon visit my patients, attack them with a needle and tell them everything is going to be okay when they’re actually dying.
It’s great being in a loveless marriage. You don’t worry when your wife comes home late or never shows up at all.
Because of my trip to the E.R, if I’m ever at a party and the conversation, “have you ever had someone put their finger up your anus,” comes up I can honestly say, “Yes I have.”
Sorry I haven’t been updating. I was in the hospital for a couple of days. I will start updating today or tomorrow depending on how I feel. But don’t worry, the insanity will continue.
Not A Stalker - When they treat you nice.
Stalker - When they treat you nicely while tying you down to a chair.