I'm a little disturbed by how long I just spent staring at this:
On the plus side, it's moments like these that I think to myself, "Yeah, I'm pretty damn sure I'm not gay..." (and please spare me the "Who are you trying to convince?..." comments...look at her for chrissakes!)
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
3 comments:
gave up on blogger, eh?
let me elaborate.
your last posts are boobs, boobs, rihanna/bdsm-is-scary, orson scott card, cooties, vagina, boobs.
i'll let that summary speak for itself.
Look.
a) I'm a boy. We're simple. You know this.
b) It's a blog. What do you want? More summaries of how yummy my breakfast was?
Number of people who are interested in what I had for breakfast: roughly 1.
Number of people interested in boobs, vagina, rihanna, boobs, and more boobs: roughly half the earth's population.
I rest my case.
P.S. I resent the inaccurate over-simplification of "bdsm-is-scary" :-P
Post a Comment