waste

My mother caught me the other day. I hit answer instead of ignore. So we talked, or actually she talked and I listened. She had questions, I had brief segmented replies skirting the fence. Then we did the norm and just sat there staring off waiting for the other one to add to it. And thus nature vs. nurture was solved for me. I am a terrible conversationalist due to my parents nurturing. I always figured my mom, being a dame, could conversate like all broads can. Put another mark on the 'Jeff was wrong chart' if you can find room. Ah crap, does that mean with me being a dude that it is my nature to not be a talker? Damn you dilemmas!

I love you 1989 Beastie Boys for helping out.

Egg Man: “…Which came first the chicken or the egg • I egged the chicken then I ate his leg…”

Who is riding it now?

Check them shits at the door, biktheees.

Baaaaybeeee

I am unnerved that these acts go unrecognized, unpunished, and agreeable to the fifth degree silent. What gives, Panchito? You leave your balls at the interior decorator's house? Flacid. Asleep.

Who here ever had diphtheria? So fuck it.

Lee Sweaty

Where were you?

Eye

This is Soxlygheine's eye really, really close up from far away...like how Steve Martin likes his oranges.

I just liked it so fuck you, this is how it came out. I just walk across, bikthees.

Glans.b.SWOLE up

I'd like to call this one, "Fridge Bitch." You can tell me why later.

Look at what's on TV

So pretty.

All Rights Reserved to and thusly...Scott Hoffman.

Skeegs wants to ego trip

Skeegleton Shackleford Wayneright Tha Duece needs to stop texting my tele every 15 minutes with hilarity. Home-slice needs to dial-up some Internet and post for all to digest then embellish.


GET OFF THE SICK!

this or that?

I like steak.

Walk up and bust you in the face steak. cover that black eye steak.

hahaha, i gotta calm down.

Red said...

...“she gave up the pudding for a letter and some candy...”

It is Friday and we need some Playground cause on "Iesha", on their first date they "played Tecmo."

This oughta make Lee Sweat sweat

6:20, though? Mr. Ranaldo could have been a bit more considerate. Not like art, Bill...like life.