| Heh, my previous entries were so immature.
I need to grow up. |
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| I had a girl come home with me one night and i got her in the sack. I was pounding her doggy style when i decided it would be a great idea to start singing 'Prince Ali' from Aladdin at the top of my voice. We finished up, and she left without a word. Worst thing was that my two flatmates were in the next room, listening in absolute horror.
"PRINCE ALI, FABULOUS HE, ALI OF BABBAR,
STRONG AS TEN REGULAR MEN DEFINITELY"
"what are you doing?"
"HE FACED THE GALLOPING HORDES
TEN THOUSANDS BAD GUYS WITH SWORDS
WHO SENT THOSE GOONS TO THEIR LORDS OH PRINCE ALI!"
she went really silent after that. I didn't. |
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| Taking a shit. Defecating. Whatever.
As he reached for the toilet paper ...
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| So, art nowadays.
People just take some metal, or some shit, bend it a bit, and create art.
Then someone critiques it (sic from TIME, I shit you not) - METAPHYSICAL JUJITSU.
Two words I thought I'd never hear in one fucking sentence. What the FUCK is metaphysical jujitsu? And how does this describe a piece of bent metal that acts like a funhouse mirror?
I should do art too. Like, y'know, take some paint cans, splash it over a canvas, and then sell it for a million dollars.
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