Spicey or Hot
I can't lie. No one had the time to comment on the last post? I ATE things. Let's not completely bullshit, I write this blog for attention to an extent, so what the fuck. At least acknowledge it exists. Lie to me, I like it.
So. I hate hate HATE this miserable obstacle course of a fucking fuck fuck of a cunting room. I can point out all the crazy shit going on in there. To the upper left, not photographed, is two top on top televisions. Lower left is another dead machine. Thanks Prads!
Middle is the main TV. The two tier tvs are for constant sports spying. To the right is the pc station, for online poker.... as seen, and actively watching.
In between is a fucking chair and the contraption he found street-side. Why do I hate it? It's a mother fucking purposely designed way to keep me out. I can't go in there without stubbing my toes, falling, or tripping on some bullshit that is really not necessary.
I'm aware I am walkishly declined. So why throw a wet towel into my stride right? That's what that room is. It's a nuisance and it knows it. So does it resident, who acts shocked when I crawl out howling. I'm not going in there anymore, no good comes of it and Mr. Morgan blames my clumsy over his cluttered shitfuck of quarters. I have officially been run off.
Wait until I soak his next ingrown "sock heal wrap" with hot sauce. Let's us play, since my bone toe coming out bloody is funny, well so is Taco Bell.
- DM
ps - annual dedications soon soon. For now something we all know but damn he if he is hard on them eye and earbones!
If one would like an encore... yes please. This is love, this is porn.
So. I hate hate HATE this miserable obstacle course of a fucking fuck fuck of a cunting room. I can point out all the crazy shit going on in there. To the upper left, not photographed, is two top on top televisions. Lower left is another dead machine. Thanks Prads!
Middle is the main TV. The two tier tvs are for constant sports spying. To the right is the pc station, for online poker.... as seen, and actively watching.In between is a fucking chair and the contraption he found street-side. Why do I hate it? It's a mother fucking purposely designed way to keep me out. I can't go in there without stubbing my toes, falling, or tripping on some bullshit that is really not necessary.
I'm aware I am walkishly declined. So why throw a wet towel into my stride right? That's what that room is. It's a nuisance and it knows it. So does it resident, who acts shocked when I crawl out howling. I'm not going in there anymore, no good comes of it and Mr. Morgan blames my clumsy over his cluttered shitfuck of quarters. I have officially been run off.
Wait until I soak his next ingrown "sock heal wrap" with hot sauce. Let's us play, since my bone toe coming out bloody is funny, well so is Taco Bell.
- DM
ps - annual dedications soon soon. For now something we all know but damn he if he is hard on them eye and earbones!
If one would like an encore... yes please. This is love, this is porn.
posted by DMorgan's Zoo at
6:14 PM
4 Comments:
The eliptical bit the dust??? How??? Does he beat it while working out? How does he manage to destroy work out equipment?
I had an eliptical machine that actually attacked me (and tried to kill me) when I was using it. Those things are mean as hell.
I love, love, love, LOVE Damien Rice. I have his first cd and can listen to it for hours. His lyrics are amazing and make me want to climb through the speakers and jump him. and that woman's voice: hypnotic.
They are evil Miss Nev. I tried it and nothing about it seemed like natural movement.
Prada, he kills them by over using them. About 4 hours if not more per night. This AFTER walking the dogs extensively. It said "are you fucking serious?" after only a month from your gifting it our way.
Damien is quite lovely.... I really am working on my dedications, this year is tricky.
ps - he did something o piss her off, I do believe she left the band. :(
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