1) Hanging peach rings off her erect nipples
2) Taking giant shits
.... that's all I really know to list right now.
If I was a barbie with a pull string that made me say things, I think one of my phrases would be, "Let's decorate!" Imagine it.
Food Queries:
1) Are Klondike Bars just like York Peppermint Patties but freezing cold?
2) Why don't they make pear sauce? Like apple sauce but with pears?
Other Questions:
1) How come only cats and grandpas have whiskers?
2) Is the founder of Jack in the Box just really ugly? Why does he have to wear that giant balloon all the time?
3) Will you buy me a Webkins for my birthday?
4) What about occidental rugs? Like rugs from the Americas.
I'm pretty sure it's illegal to eat a human corpse in the US, which I find disappointing. I really want to eat my future mate's body when he dies, or have him eat my body when I die. Since I don't believe in heaven or an afterworld where we can meet up again, this would be like my alternative consolation prize. Even though he had died, he would still be alive as part of me.
I don't see what's so revolting about it. Christians claim to eat Jesus's corpse every Sunday, and he's been dead for like 2,000 years!
Cops need to fucking step off my tits. I've gotten three tickets in the past month. I had never received any before that.
Age is relative, but in another way, it's absolute.
All of civilization is a giant fiber optic cable. We're all single fibers, together millions of billions of fibers, all pointing towards universal truth. My fiber is slightly purple.
Man sometimes I REALLY want to roll in grass and play in the dirt. Dogs have it so good. If I was a dog, I'd dig holes all the time.
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