The father of the species was Chupacabraham
I woke up this morning determined to end the years-long silence on the blog. But then my dreams were shattered as I saw two new posts. You filthy pig-licking grandpa-masturbating bastards.
You are also pig-masturbating grandpa-licking bastards.
I am at home because I am Diseased. So far the Disease is presenting itself sort of like the Black Death, except without the boils. So I have designated as the Gray Death, or the Light-Black Death. I'm going into the research pit after lunch, because then my assistant has gone home and I can coat the floor with used kleenex in peace.
Holy shit, how did I forget? This interrupts the whole course of this post, but: when I was in Cedar Falls last weekend the Hy Vee was selling Pitch Black for fifty cents a pop (get it, a pop . . . hyuck) and so I hauled a whole big carton of it to the register. Then the counter girl started ringing up the individual sodas and just finally made this exasperated sigh and sold me the whole thing for seven bucks. Yes! If I had known that was going to happen, I would have bought all the fucking black Dew in the store. Then earlier this week I got a free bottle of Smirnoff from a different hy vee. So I'm not shopping anywhere else now for anything.
I've been researching car buying and came across this article. It's pretty entertaining and interesting, but if you prepare to read it be warned that the writer originally did it as a serial, so there's some overlap between sections and the whole thing is too long. Good for skimming.
If anyone in the DM area wants to go to dinner tonight, leave a comment here. And remember that I have the Gray Death. So let's eat some burritos.
You are also pig-masturbating grandpa-licking bastards.
I am at home because I am Diseased. So far the Disease is presenting itself sort of like the Black Death, except without the boils. So I have designated as the Gray Death, or the Light-Black Death. I'm going into the research pit after lunch, because then my assistant has gone home and I can coat the floor with used kleenex in peace.
Holy shit, how did I forget? This interrupts the whole course of this post, but: when I was in Cedar Falls last weekend the Hy Vee was selling Pitch Black for fifty cents a pop (get it, a pop . . . hyuck) and so I hauled a whole big carton of it to the register. Then the counter girl started ringing up the individual sodas and just finally made this exasperated sigh and sold me the whole thing for seven bucks. Yes! If I had known that was going to happen, I would have bought all the fucking black Dew in the store. Then earlier this week I got a free bottle of Smirnoff from a different hy vee. So I'm not shopping anywhere else now for anything.
I've been researching car buying and came across this article. It's pretty entertaining and interesting, but if you prepare to read it be warned that the writer originally did it as a serial, so there's some overlap between sections and the whole thing is too long. Good for skimming.
If anyone in the DM area wants to go to dinner tonight, leave a comment here. And remember that I have the Gray Death. So let's eat some burritos.
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