The fuckouttahere with that "tired" shit. I bet you never even stayed up late working on a PowerPoint before, cabron. I do like your music though, FAMS. http://www.myspace.com/famshousestudio
it all started when our over-heralded star, HCP, woke up in a fantastic pumpkin patch. it was the fourth time it had happened. Feeling excessively pleased, HCP backhanded a rabid wolverine, thinking it would make him feel better. Absolutely thrilled, he realized that his beloved golden dildo was missing! Immediately he called his fundamentalist, guilt-dispensing friend, ray felton. HCP had known ray felton for (plus or minus) 550,000 years, the majority of which were eccentric ones. ray felton was unique. He was intelligent though sometimes a little... funny-smelling. HCP called him anyway, for the situation was urgent. ray felton picked up to the very angry hispanic. ray calmly assured him that most south smerican hissing sloths turn red before mating, yet disease-carrying chipmunks usually earnestly grimace during and after mating. He had no idea what that meant... he was only concerned with distracting HCP. Why was mr felton trying to distract HCP? Because he had snuck out from HCP's with the golden dildo only eleven days prior. it was a enchanting little dildo... how could he resist? it didn't take long before HCP got back to the subject at hand: his golden dildo. ray felton shuddered. relunctantly, he invited him over, assuring him they'd find the golden dildo. HCP grabbed his george foreman grill and disembarked immediately. after hanging up the phone, ray felton realized that he was in trouble. He had to find a place to hide the golden phallus of death and he had to do it deftly. he figured that if HCP took the gas-guzzling, ecology-destroying, tankish speed plane, he had take at least eight minutes before HCP would get there. but if he took the love machine? then ray felton would be exceedingly screwed. before he could come up with any reasonable ideas, felton was interrupted by nine annoying head lice that were lured by his foul smell. ray felton sneezed... 'Not again', he thought. feeling relieved, he recklessly reached for his bananas and aggressively punched every last one of them. apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the imaginary desert, squealing with discontent. he exhaled with relief. that's when he heard the love machine rolling up. it was "the" HCP.
i liked hypothetical vaginas when i was 12 years old, and then i saw a bunch of em on a message board, and now im like, meh
