After an excellent night thinking lasers the other night I had a dream that I was on a reality dating show which took place on a boat only I fell for the cute sound girl instead of the contestant girls which wasn't really what the show was designed for. When I woke up I discovered I had sleep walk emailed my ex to deal her I missed what we had.
I think my sub-conscience was trying to tell me one of three things
1. I'd like to meet a pretty, cute, hell yeah, creative, fun awesomenessous, girl some time soon
2. 'We have seven shiny pennies, and if we don't do something about this soon we're going to die' would be an awesome catch phrase for a sitcom character
or
3. Dressing up as a zoo animal is not a good way to get your point across that street lights flickering are WAY cooler than fake fire. Stupid giraffes.
Not sure which one is right, but I'll get to the bottom of this, fuck yeah I'll make it happen
Life is short. Or perhaps it lasts for a really, really long time. No one is really sure. Which sucks. If they can't figure that out definitively then what else don't we really know? The perfect size for a jar? What a fuckin' miserable thought. Fuck that. Instead here are the silly, weird, unhinged, absurd, silly, stupid, completely unrelated to hinges (moslty), poorly edited, outpourings and thought vomits of a silly idiotic teddy-bear of a dickhead. Staring David 'Pinky-Von-Sox' Tieck
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