They’re bad for the environment, don’t you know.
it’s time, people. We need to chainsaw that motherfucker off at Nevada, and push it adrift in the Pacific. Might just as well take oregon with it, dumb fuckers. Country had 48 states when I was born, that’s good enough.
I have all my life had a massive and muscular ass. The Buttcheeks of Doom were capable of cracking a walnut, up until rather recently, in fact. I won’t try it now, because I don’t think I want to know.
I can’t get a belt tight enough to keep my pants up on my ass. My ass is still there, dammit, it just doesn’t seem like it… projects.
Shit. Between this and the back hair and the invitation to join AARP, I’m starting to be less than amused.
Requiem for my lamented buttocks, by Richard Cheese.
Ongoing issues with carpal/cubital tunnel. I wear wrist braces which prevents pain from waking me up. Problem is, if I scratch absently as I sleep my hair gets caught in the velcro. So the wrist pain doesn’t wake me but the ripping out of pubic hair does. Maybe I oughta mow the lawn.
