Tuesday, November 25, 2003
Tuesday, November 18, 2003
l'aurore d'hurler april rules. obviously. or just has too much free time to research dumb catholics. and vacation spots with landscapes that i would prefer to describe as "null, nil, or negligible." $75 hamburger with cheese anyone.
i was watching that Everyday Joe Schmo Non-Millionaire: Average Joe--not regular Joe with Daniel Stern, or whatever, --but Average Joe: you know, the show where the total doofuses and dweebs attempt to woo this total dooshbag of a gal, named kylie or some crap...all in a pathetic hope to attract her bemused/rolly-poly-eyed/apathetic seriously feined interest. Hairy backs and glasses, twirps, lovesick boring cornball losers sans panache of any sort or self-worth/esteem.
this one guy, when he finally got the highly anticipated personal "date," a small interaction with her whereby they'd board a small, winged craft and he'd go all out and strain for achieving a "realness" to compensate for his below-average looks and overall doofiness, and also to gain her (held-at-gunpoint) favor and maybe, just maybe he might get the chance burn some of that (imaginary) sexual tension that was, for him, so thick and ripe that he knew it could be only be cut with his dad's special toe-nail clippers. so foolish and painful as that was to watch the worst part was to come: the elimination and unsuspected inception round : After the elimination of the three of the biggest jackoffs, idgits, and repulsively horrid excuses of male specimens were ejected, their dreams all awash and theirtotally unwarranted egos crashing and burning,and this is the best part... the shows brings on three more guys described by one of the remaining chumps as "hunks." it was a damn treat. i hope they all drown inside a sharks belly.
i was watching that Everyday Joe Schmo Non-Millionaire: Average Joe--not regular Joe with Daniel Stern, or whatever, --but Average Joe: you know, the show where the total doofuses and dweebs attempt to woo this total dooshbag of a gal, named kylie or some crap...all in a pathetic hope to attract her bemused/rolly-poly-eyed/apathetic seriously feined interest. Hairy backs and glasses, twirps, lovesick boring cornball losers sans panache of any sort or self-worth/esteem.
this one guy, when he finally got the highly anticipated personal "date," a small interaction with her whereby they'd board a small, winged craft and he'd go all out and strain for achieving a "realness" to compensate for his below-average looks and overall doofiness, and also to gain her (held-at-gunpoint) favor and maybe, just maybe he might get the chance burn some of that (imaginary) sexual tension that was, for him, so thick and ripe that he knew it could be only be cut with his dad's special toe-nail clippers. so foolish and painful as that was to watch the worst part was to come: the elimination and unsuspected inception round : After the elimination of the three of the biggest jackoffs, idgits, and repulsively horrid excuses of male specimens were ejected, their dreams all awash and theirtotally unwarranted egos crashing and burning,and this is the best part... the shows brings on three more guys described by one of the remaining chumps as "hunks." it was a damn treat. i hope they all drown inside a sharks belly.
Monday, November 17, 2003
Thursday, November 06, 2003
Tuesday, November 04, 2003
Monday, November 03, 2003
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