Friday, May 30, 2008

Super Whine-tastic

And I only WISH it was the kind that you drink.

I am seriously having a bad fucking day. Not the kind of day where someone dies or anything that terrible, but the kind of day where you wonder why the fuck you even bother?

You know that kind of day, right? Where it starts out with say, damp towels and no toilet paper then leads on to getting thrown under the bus at work and spirals onto revelations of things that everyone THOUGHT you knew and no one bothered to mention until it was past the point of repair and then slides into ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME WITH THIS BULLSHIT?

Seriously. I heart you imaginary Internet friends because the people in my FTF life suck some serious balls. Sweaty, hairy, salty goat balls.

Balls like these

That's right, I posted GOAT BALLS on my blog. That's how you know I'm serious. I am risking a thousand Technorati Searches for Goat Porn to show you that I mean it for REALS.

The only good thing to happen today? While I was Googling "Sweaty Goat Balls" I found these;

See how desperate the situation is Chickens? The only thing between me and a Clock Tower Rage is two guys with Mohawk and some schmuck with a dildo IN HIS EAR.

2 little kittens say Meow:

Eric said...

Want some cheese with that whine?

Nadine Hightower said...

I don't see it...sweaty goat balls...dildo in the ear...nope! Don't get it!!

Buck up little solider!