Thanksgiving

[redhotketchup]

If one pays close enough attention, nearly anything with a strict rhythm can be seen as music. The words "We want din-ner, we want din-ner!" repeated repeatedly over and over again in conjunction with the pounding beat of dinner utensils (primarily spoons and forks, with the occasional guest appearance by the knife) can be easily constituted as a

Comments

[anonymous]

Adam I don't know that I'll ever be able to get this image out of my mind!

"Walking towards this ginormous man, I see that he is attempting to bathe himself, the tub greatly depressed under his large tutelage. He has tied a large rag to a stick and consistently dips the end of it in the water, then runs it over his rolls of fat. His arrogantly engorged nipples stand erect in the cold air, and as he lifts his left arm to wash his backside, his mountain-esque man-boob is raised, while the other lies contently fallow. He head is entirely bald, save a small, thinning ring of hair around the sides and a short ponytail in the back.
I suddenly come to the realization that this man is me...."

---That is just wrong dude. Wrong, wrong, wrong.......wrong----

[redhotketchup]

And this is... who? Sign your name, people!

[anonymous]

You kidding? Its more fun to make you go crazy guessing....

[redhotketchup]

Hmm.. when I read that I, for some reason or another, get the feeling that the poster is either John or Steve. Am I warm? Hot? Perhaps burning? In fact... I'm almost 100% sure that it's John. I'm good, huh?

Thanksgiving

[gagaqueen]

It's a funny story, full of vivid imagination.

Advice

[anonymous]

Post up a new entry already! :)

Happy New Years... I hope we can keep in touch more.

Love always~ BebeLisa <3
I just had to make my comment colorful... :)

Re: Advice

[redhotketchup]

What's your E-mail?