Pointless Announcements

I've had this song playing in the background for years. My crazy buddy gave it to me a while back.

Yet I just recently listened to the lyrics and realized what he's been crooning about the whole time.

Now I've got it on repeat and I can't stop myself from singing along. It's been like three hours now.

 

The amount of heat that comes off this furry little nutjob makes me wonder if maybe he's nuclear-powered.
It would explain a lot.

 

I'm all that, now I'm looking for a bag of chips.

 

My eyes have lost their auto focus mechanism, but it comes back at random intervals.

 

Yep! It's from Sweden, so it's guaranteed to work!

That said, if this one doesn't work I'll be taking applications for the replacement.

 

Like you need Swedish made machinery to be a bigger dick.

 

If I'm ever going to be able to go pro, I need to up my game. I have these things called "goals", Eden. I want to be the biggest dick on the internet.

So far, apparently, so good.

 

I need a motherfucking cupcake, bitches.

 

Here you go. I got some for Plan9 too.

 

Holy fuck, I think I love you, Jazz.

 

I don't know whether to say "yeah, I get that a lot" or "shhh, don't tell anyone".

So I'll just stoicly sit here and let this single tear find its way down my face.

 

it was a fluke.

the storm is named Jazz.

 

I'm too old for this shit...

 

I decided to try apple butter in my oatmeal this morning. Holy deliciousness, Batman.

 

It is blissfully quiet in the house right now.
Not even much traffic on the street.
Just me and my tinnitus.

 

Oh morning sex.... I miss you. :-( It's the best part of waking up.

 

Sometimes, threats really do work.

 

Go, Medi!!!