It's almost midnight on a weekend and I'm still busy in my garden patch planting my pumpkins and squash. Sweat is dripping off my brow as I plow the soil - manually by hand since I can barely afford the shockingly expensive tractor. The pink cow's probably ready to be milked by morning. Which gives me about 6 hours of sleep before getting up at the crack of dawn to tend to the cows.And harvest the wheat. Fortunately it's all at the touch of a button. Despite my little foray with gardening, I don't do perspiration. Unless it's sex with a sexy post-juvenile gardener on the muddy ground. Could I help plow your fields? Fortunately we have Farmville since the sweltering heat here is killing every green thing I shove into the ground. Full story...
Very few things make me squeamish. Okay, maybe torn hands dangling by the ligaments. And possibly tapeworms.
Jealousy. It's an ugly, selfish emotion that has crept up on the best of us. Even knightly Arthur himself wasn't spared the sly, green-eyed demon when Lancelot made the moves on his queen.
Just today, I stumbled across an old porn film that I first watched years - and years back. An incestuous lil gay porn that involved three virile, highly adventuresome ( and shockingly inventive ) brothers.
Seems even the fates are conspiring against us. Feel terribly victimized with our already tattered reputations slandered and besmirched by those who don't know better.
With an education partly based on the misguided teachings of Islamic-inclined tutors, there has been much argument on the feasibility of consuming pork.
Start cracking those books, kids. Cutting coupons to buy groceries simply isn't fun. If there's a valid argument for studying smart to get into an economically viable course such as geology ( forget about medicine which is purely altruistic! ), it's that being poor actually sucks.
Seriously. Forget about saving the whale. Forget about saving the orang-utan. Forget about staying away from shark's fin soup.
We come to love not by finding the perfect person but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.
Ever been on the wrong side of a crazed rant meant for someone else?Virago : You sir! I have things to tell you!Paul : Umm.
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