Sorry for not producing any rhetoric here, I've been busy as shit gets hectic quick when your family dies and whatnot.
I'm not going to try and claim I haven't cried throughout this process. I have. Manly tears. But yeah, when I found out my sister is actually ready to ship out to rehab, I cried. But happy tears, like I honestly never cried because I was happy before.
Recent times I remember crying not as a result of heavy drinking: Papa's death, last match w/ UCR (although since I have played some very out of shape and lackluster B side), and a bunch times over my folks...but yeah, never because I was happy.
Sorry, I didn't want this to resemble a serious post...um, please direct your comments as to what level of homosexuality this brings me to. If I were you and reading this, I would feel compelled to use the word "Felcher"
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I think I would use the term "felching straw". Particularly one in the shape of a penis...bring back fond memories? I know it does for me...
wait, that was a straw?!?
Well yes, how else would you perform the act of felching? And what better way to do so than with a penis shaped straw?
I would love for your blog to be a part of blog4reel.com - the first ever blog-to-film competition. Please check it out when you have time... sorry to hear about your troubles... – Kimberly (co-creator)
Dear lord a blog to film competition? I'm pretty sure you can't film some of the stuff mentioned on this blog... mainly because its illegal in most states.
There's a 2000 dollar prize. Maybe we could use that to relocate to some sort of abandoned off-shore oil rig?
And Clay: the joke was that I didn't know that it was a penis shaped straw, and thus thought i was putting an actual penis in my mouth. see, jokes.
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