ruminations:
for better or worse, billy dee williams is destined to have his name eternally connoted to colt 45 malt liquor. this poor former bounty hunter decided to do a few commercials/photo shoots and look what happens! you cant mention colt 45 without someone making some zany aside about billy dee, and vice versa. what if a decision you made at some point in your life ended up resulting in such a link? i could be the face of the blowjob industry, thats what. ha ha- the blowjub industry. i've noticed myself producing weird statements (like 'the blowjob industry') which, if taken out of context, sound like the rantings of a lunatic. here's a couple from this year:
1. "You brought this on yourself the way you wolfed down all that Bubble Tape" -- in response to a friend who claimed that "six feet of fun" gave him "six hours of hell" when consuming an entire roll of sour-apple flavored gum resulted in a long night of gut-wrenching, sleep-precluding diarrhea.
2. "sure is a good thing she froze those samples" -- commending the cleverness of a friend who anticipated the sudden mutation of a strain of bacteria she was studying two weeks before the deadline for her doctoral review.
my birthday is coming up soon, prompting you all to muse, what do you get for the boy who has NOTHING? i'm thinking that i'd like some pornographic materials, since the "value pack" of magazines i purchased for six dollars at a roadside porn emporium outside of kalamazoo called The Lion's Den are wearing thin. no amount of clever titling could save 'Dude' or 'Inches' from their terrible art direction and lack of airbrushing technology. i mean, i'm all for realism in the sex industry but unsightly shaving bumps and ingrown hairs are best viewed from afar, as are bruises (however colorful). christine's birthday is tonigh. perhaps i should give her my old copy of 'Man' to encourage her to return the favor.
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i thought that this entry was finished, but then when i went to do some work on the second floor of my office building, a dental college, i was propostioned by a man with a braided weave that hung down all the way to his enormous ass. to make this worse, i could barely understand his lewd intimations because of the fucking BLOODY WAD OF COTTON stuffed in his mouth that indicated he'd just come from the oral surgery department.
man, he must have wanted me bad.