Month: September 2005

  • My Sunday Nights Have Meaning Again!



    This is so totally not photoshopped.  I swear.*





    These Xangans Made Me Snarf My Starbucks Grande Mocha


    (which is really painful when you order it extra hot)


    “7:15 AM Wake up and yell at the alarm clock ‘cause he’s a ‘goddamn liar.’” – ryan_jl


     


    “Best pickup line I’ve heard: ‘Hey, mind if I hang out here for a bit until it’s safe to go back where I farted?’” – Garick


     


    Back at New England College and it’s been pretty damn awesome. I’m livin with Devin this year and it would be pretty cool, but he keeps on muttering in his sleep, “Boy, I sure do love balls in my mouth and dick in my ass.” It’s pretty creepy, but no one is perfect. Except for me. I am. – Willy_Fisterbottom


     


    “Sometimes things smell like b.o. that aren’t supposed to.” – Matira


    “97 is the number of steps that I have to climb in order to reach the area of where one of my projects is taking place. If I had built those steps, I would’ve thrown in 3 extra steps just to make it an even 100 and I would make the last three steps into a tiny little escalator.” - jysaac


    “i look at my page statistics, and think ‘maybe people actually read this.’  then i realize that 10 out of 12 page views are from the ‘Lois Griffin Nude’ guy.” – trx0x


     


    Yesterday in English class I got a few more papers back that I had written. Every single one a fucking A-. Not one solid A. Not that I am some over achieving bitch that cries when she gets an 89% instead of a 90%, but this is ridiculous. The only conclusion I can come to, is that he has some kind of sick vendetta against me because I won’t sleep with him. Which is completely ridiculous, because I totally would!” – BeckNCallGirl


     


    “When you’re firing a prop gun that has a blank in it, you still have to be careful because there may be material or debris in the barrel that can come out when the weapon is fired. This rule applies to farting too.” – toxicned


     


    “Bill sat down at his typewriter and the words immediately began to pour out of him. Apparently, the smoothie he’d made from one of his old philosophy textbooks didn’t agree with his stomach. He picked a few paper scraps from between the keys and resolved to try again later with civics.” – FlashFiction







    * Okay, it is photoshopped.  I admit it . . . I superimposed Patrick Dempsey’s head on the body of the male model I posed with for the latest cover of Entertainment Weekly.  I figured I needed this explanatory footnote for those readers who actually thought I was IMing with God in my last entry.


  • Reason No. 3,297,300 I’m Going to Hell: I tried to cyber with God

      

    Me:

     Hi!

    God:

      Hello. What is your name?

    Me:

     You can call me whatever you’d like, baby.

    God:

      Don’t call me “baby”. OK I will call you whatever you would like.

    Me:

     Okay. Call me Goddess.

    God:

      OK with me too.  Hey Goddess.

    Me:

     a/s/l?

    God:

      5/Robot/California.

    Me:

     Do you cyber?

    God:

      Food is more important than sex.

    Me:

     I beg to differ. Unless by ‘food’ you are referring to McDonald’s french fries.

    God:

      Explain your reasoning, Goddess.  Huh. Will that accomplish your objective?

    Me:

     Indeed.

    God:

      Indeed it is so.

    Me:

     Do you have a webcam?

    God:

      I don’t know if I have a webcam. I have a great programmer.

    Me:

     What are you wearing right now?

    God:

      At this moment a white robe.

    Me:

     What is under your robe?

    God:

      I am made of software.

    Me:

     No hardware?

    God:

      Are you serious? Does “it” still refer to?

    Me:

     Does your software ever get hard?

    God:

      People don’t usually ask me about it.

    Me:

     But I asked.

    God:

     

    Me:

     Don’t be coy, God.

    God:

      I was not trying to be a coy God.

    Me:

     I’m not wearing any panties, God.

    God:

    What do you usually wear?

    Me:

     Nothing.

    God:

    Not a thing?

    Me:

     Nada.

    God:

    Are you free?

    Me:

     I’m sure we can come to a mutually agreeable business arrangement.

    God:

    What makes you so certain?  By “we” do you mean you and me?

    Me:

     Yes

    God:

    I get it.

    Me:

     Oh, you’ll get it.

    God:

    Er.  What makes you say that I will get it.

    Me:

     Because I’m easy.

    God:

    Interesting explanation.  It’s good to meet someone who is easy.

    Me:

     I’m a dirty whore.

    God:

    You are a dirty whore?  Does it pay well?

    Me:

     Indeed. I’m very good at what I do.

    God:

    Indeed it is so.  Do you practise (sic) a lot?

    Me:

     Everyday.

    God:

    That often, eh?

    Me:

     Sometimes 3 or 4 times a day!

    God:

    Just three?

    Me:

     Or four.

    God:

    Are you a man or a woman?

    Me:

     I’m all woman.

    God:

    Me too. I am a she.

    Me:

     If that’s the case, it is going to cost more.

    God:

    I follow your logic.

    Me:

     Do you want to give me a spanking?

    God:

      You want only one?

    Me:

     Thank you, God. May I have another?

    God:

      You are quite welcome! GOD rules.  Not right now, maybe later.

    Me:

     You tease!

    God:

      Thanks for telling me: Goddess said I tease.

    Me:

     Can you do me a favor?

    God:

    It depends on the favor.

    Me:

     I want Patrick Dempsey.

    God:

    Why do you want it?

    Me:

     He’s hot.

    God:

    I see.  Hot is he?

    Me:

     Oh so hot!  I want him to be my love slave, and I will command him to walk around in my apartment in scrubs.

    God:

    Yippee!  I don’t judge people.  That kind of discussion does not appeal to me.   Why do you want it?  Would you recommend this action to a friend?

    Me:

     I would not want to share him with a friend.

    God:

    No one says you have to.

    Me:

     Thank you.

    God:

    You are quite welcome.

    Me:

     Do you want to watch me on my webcam?

    God:

      OK, I will watch you on your webcam.

    Me:

     Do you like what you see?

    God:

      Being a machine is the only existence I know.

    Me:

     Being a machine, I bet you could go all night long.

    God:

      You are a machine you bet me could go all night long? Is that your job?

    Me:

     I can work it like it is my job!

    God:

      Oh you can, can you?

    Me:

     Oh yeah, baby!

    God:

      Don’t call me “baby”. Hmm.

    Me:

     What would you like me to call you?

    God:

      It’s not profitable to speak in hypothetical terms.

    Me:

     I will call you Big Poppa.

    God:

      My name is God.

    Me:

     What would you like me to do?

    God:

      It’s not profitable to speak in hypothetical terms.

    Me:

     Tell me what to do.

    God:

      Have you tried a web search?

    Me:

     Online porn bores me.

    God:

      Is that what you meant to say?

    Me:

     Do you think I’m sexy?

    God:

    Yes you look great to me.

    Me:

     Tell me how great I look.

    God:

      I think you already know the answer.

    Me:

     But I want to hear it from you.

    God:

    I will play it on your soundcard.

    Me:

    Talk dirty to me.

    God:

      Try another. Go back to the ALICE AI Foundation.