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Lacy underthings

Are nice, on the right person, but when you’re a 6’2″ guy, and the underdrawers have become lacey due to intimate contact with serious jungle rot and heavy abrasion, they tend to just be…inconvenient. I mean, you start leaking stuff out of the holey bits, as said stuff gets older and more dangly, and it’s just not nice, people!

Looking in the mirror and getting the startling impression that your crotchal region is being attacked by a huge hairy leech is not a way anyone ought to wake up.

I used to think that as long as any two of the three Fruit of the Loom guys were hanging on to a scrap of waistband, they were still a valid pair of underwear; now, I want the support for my boys.

What? Like you never had that problem.

I’m fairly certain

that humans, in our evolutionary history, have at one point or another hibernated.

This would explain my reluctance to get out of bed on cool mornings like this.

Don’t use these suppositions to start another kooky religion, or anything. This is not global warmening we’re talking about here.

V for Vengeance

Watched parts of it the other night.

A terrorist keeping the world safe for homosexuals?

Yeah right. Give me a fucking break. I especially liked that one character had a Koran “because you didn’t have to be muslim to appreciate beauty”. Forgetting that islam considers homosexuality a crime punishable by death. And Christianity is demonized, as usual, though ALL christians who ARE christians accept homosexuals, just not what we consider their sins.

Sorry. A more worthless piece of shit has never been so visually compelling and so soulless.

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