Sunday, August 28, 2011

The Chain Gang

So, my friends are evil and secretly hate me because they actually believe that they can force me into getting my nipples pierced. Why, you say, would they want to force such a torturous event on someone as sweet and innocent as I? They say its not because they want me to cry and scream bloody F-ing murder (though I'm sure they'd find that great entertainment), but so we can call ourselves the Chain Gang.

Like I'd actually volunteer to be part of a group that threads a chain through all their nipple rings. Yeah, not so much. You can hunt me down and haul me out, but you can't make me!

Ok, so they're not really going to link themselves with chains. But those in the group who have yet to pierce their nipples are going down town to get em done. I told them I'd get my belly button pierced and they were all "Thats not good enough" and I was all "Well fine then! You can just kiss my shiny lil ass!"......I should have known better with these people. Almost got depants right then and there.

So yeah, its my new I'd rather... Like I'd rather get my nipples pierced than suck face with you. Its now up there with, I'd rather be stung in the eye by a bee, or I'd rather sandpaper a croc's ass in a phone booth, or I'd rather shave my legs Cabin Fever style, or......Ok, your turn, what are your I'd rathers?

Also, while I wasn't here, I was over Here.

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Themed Thursday: Umbrellas

I was never a fan of umbrellas, except for their purpose in life (to keep the rain off you), until I saw this one!

Isn't it the coolest thing EVER!?  Then I decided to see what other types were available, and now I want to start an umbrella collection!....

Shit, its raining

Ghost busters

Monday, August 22, 2011

Wandering Thoughts

So, wanna come inside my head?...Don't run! Come on back here. It's not that bad. Just, try not to get lost, its easy to do, trust me. Try to keep up and you'll be fiiinnne....really....yeah.

  • I need a new post idea.
  • But, I'm having this AWESOME inability to concentrate right now.
  • My mind is working at high speed.
  • Maybe I'm a genius but I can't portray it because I think too fast. (Evil grin appears on face for no obvious reason to the outside world)
  • Ha, that could be my special gift. "What's your super power?" "Genius bitch!"
  • I'm a dork.
  • I wonder if I have any new comments on my last post... (Raise your hand if you're guilty)
  • I love paper. Fresh new notebook. That's hot.
  • I hate Paris Hilton.
  • I need more notebooks...and light bulbs.
  • Light bulbs...ding, new idea.
  • Music!
  • Ah I hate that song. Stop.
  • the name of love, before you break my heart...
  • I can never remember the rest of that stupid song.
  • I'll Google it.
  • Come over to myspace so I can twitter your yahoo 'til you google on my facebook.
  • Damn it. Every time I think or hear Google.
  • ...
So obviously, I couldn't come up with anything...and this is what you get. Hope you enjoyed the trip. I'll try to come up with something worth reading soon...I hope...

Also, check out my Back To School post over HERE!

Thursday, August 18, 2011

Themed Thursday: Duck Face

Has to be the worst (as in, most disturbing) duck face ever!

...BEST duck face ever!

Does this count as duck face?  I have a feeling its just her face...

Caption says it all.

Now for the last and of course favorite...

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Check it out!

A new blog.  The estrogen filled version of this blog.  Its where I still plan to be my sarcastic, entertaining self, just the more up-lifting, girly girl version.

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Themed Thursday: The Pisser

Funny Loo Graphic


Poor Kitty

LED toilet seat

Bass Guitar Toilet Seat

Practice your aim

Candy Throne

DIY Halo toilet seat

Shark Bite


Monday, August 1, 2011

Most Embarrassing moment

This one gets a little graphic...

Lets have a sharing moment shall we?  What is your most embarrassing moment?  This one is mine...shhh, lets keep this between you and me mmkay.

The family once came for a visit. My dad, my younger sister and her three children, ages 7, 3, and my, at that time, one bedroom apartment...Fun, Fun, Fun! So, besides having to deal with the high pitched squeals of "She won't give me my gun back!" and "He keeps taking the bullets!" Mind you, this was a toy gun and IMAGINARY bullets, yeah, where was I? Besides that the sweet, quiet 1yr old found my "bottom" drawer and decided to prance around, in front of my DAD cradling (graphic) like a baby in her arms....FUN!  My mother had to explain to him that I'm not a little girl any more...