o everyone is a little bananas about something.

private dancer.

now she just wants to garrote my donut-hole-brained cat sometimes. but most people do, that is fine.

anyway it was recommended by a grownup so shush.

maybe some stuff is better than a pier in the summertime but i donno, maybe not.

only two rays about it: my ray or the high ray.

baby i hated that 3d movie you took me to but these glasses sure turned out awful useful.

pretty how town. i feel like this today toooo.

i'm like billy dee williams, man.

it was a long hard cold hard winter this winter.

tonight i am going to glue yr front paw to yr back paw, jerkus.

today we celebrate *everything* all the whole damn ol wonderful ol world! and firilz leggo a whatever garbage you been cripplin yrself with. hooraaay :D

look in all fairness i honestly did believe that you only said shit like that coz you wanted someone to love you no matter what, and that if i *did* it would all work out. i did believe that.

a liddle chilled shrimp and a fish friend who is singing.

but i am no liv ullman, and so cackled mindlessly, rueing naught but the child's skirt i'd ill-advisedly elected to wear.

idle brains are the playground of everyone who doesn't give a whiff about you.

i did not invent this recipe so do not get all uppity you kale weirdos.

she shall have but a penny a day.

Le corps est une machine.

"try again" i.e. accept that you are for serious defeated and hafta knock it off for permanent.

thnx cops.

as the eyes are the windows to the soul, so are the nipples to the boobs. leave us not, ladies, greet america with a crook or a googly boob. let us greet america head on.

whatevr okcupid weezy don't even neeeed you. this is how you *do*.

mirar el jefe! número uno internos!

money for nothin.

so many claw marks such weary paws.

a very very heavy...let's go ahead and tear a station

the ol quinian problem of indeterminacy/callin yr underwear pj's makes you seem more elegant.

hate's a strong word. let's say "find gross." people i "find gross."

in addition to which i will then *totally digest* what i have eaten. bananas.

grampus.

baby you donno what it's like.

the way i love you

they are in a war. it will last all their lives.

ever since the olden times sheldon has taken a very personal interest in my travels. he thought it was *absurd* that i claimed to live off a train that plainly did not exist, and my habit of avoiding union square he equally disdains.

NB: for anyone who does *not* know this man, the accent i'm tryin a shittily transcribe here is jamaican.

it is litrilly unthinkable that a better business plan could exist.

mm i am *fairly* certain you do not know about this blog but if you *do*...um this is about someone *else*.

this is it this is the big one.

mander you try this one too. startinnnng . . . tomorrow!

mami!

pretty horrible. pretty pretty pretty horrible.

raise yr hand if you still think you are immortal even though you are totally in yr thirties now. le sigh.

little tiny fox dogs.

prease pass the milk prease.

a shark *will* eat my vagina. and like i would trust this guy's science anyway.

well *i* don't, *i* want to die old and bazonkers happy, but that's not what the quote is so whatevr.

briefly. then he toddled off down the road which is about regular for boys i try to charm.

madam. gentry & i witnessed yr stage four wetspot. and mark me, we were horrified, verily.

which is totally fine but then the way to put the ass in classy is to feel that this is also a regular outfit for the grocery or the restaurant.