Hey thanks for checkin out my page... leave me a cute message or something. I heard about this site from A.Friend. I love exchanging messages or chatting on IM. You can see more sexy photos of me at BlackbookXXX, you sick monkey.

Just make a login and add my page, I'll take your details, find out where you live, and steal your identity, or defecate on your bed, whichever proves the more interesting option upon investigation.

I can't converse with you on this site, as I do not want my child sold to infertile, rich Americans who'll vote for Sarah Palin, which is what THEY are threatening to do if I don't get at least 50 hits in the next 5 minutes.

 

 

*Batteries for lactating manboobs sold separately.

 I did have a rant concerning the wink/woo functions on OKC, but the only reason I am posting this, is because I like the fact that my title to this post sounds like an owl.

Is anyone in here just plain honest?

A lot of folks in here seem to be wearing Honesty Medals, or, at least, want to be awarded them, perchance there be a great, big Honesty Parade. They often state that they are honest in a "brutal", or, "painful", manner. Images abound: Your bum does look big in that, and I have have just applied the three-pronged dragon spine obliteration to your, um, spine, obviously...you have 15 agonising seconds left to live...

Honesty is great, so many people bullshit needlessly, and make life far more complicated, and tedious, than it should be. Lying can be fun, creative, intelligent, necessary, and a virtuous thing to do, though. Make of that what you will, whilst considering the fact that everyday, white lies, spare you time in dealing with such inconveniences, as morons, and the trivias they want to elevate to epics.

Choose your honesty, make it count, and be cool with the ones you love. Don't do it to promote the legend of your own heroic nature to yourself, and don't expect a reward for having skills displaying social awareness.

I slept with my Dad in a shrubbery, innit?

Ennui Miller keeps on pestering moi, but 'e is all mouth an' no trousers, and 'is 'ang ups are far more florid than whatever flesh I could provide him to feast on, for flesh made bone is bane to 'is brain, in a shrubbery, innit?

Current mood: Pensive, or summink.

I think that if I ever meet someone in real life who actually says the word, "chillax", I may kill them, though under-14-year-olds will not be tried as adults in such instances.
They shall be reprimanded with a firm clip around the lobotomy stitches, and sent straight back up the chimney to finish their chores.

http://au.youtube.com/watch?v=sf84AysXGTU

I do not hold much store in the OKC friendship percentage scores, though earlier I checked out a profile of a woman who is 1% my friend, and 63% my enemy, for that may be indicative of some shit or other right there.
So I check out the long list of Similar Users on her page, click on one, chosen randomly, with a diversion of cute, and end up on a page of a women who is 57% friend, 5% enemy?
Similar User? Wot? Same species similar? Righto.

Three adjectives relating to you...I don't know where all these UNIQUE, coy, restless, salubrious, RANDOM, independent, adventurous, SPONTANEOUS, sarcastic, brutally honest, salacious, quirky, PENSIVE, loquacious women hang out, or if half of them even know the meaning of how they adjectify themselves, but I do know two things:

1) Adjectify isn't a word, but it should be, and if you were ever to be the handler of my trouser-snake's desires, I would never treat you like an adject, my darling.

2) I wouldn't like to meet a majority of these women in a dark alley.
They most likely hang out in a bar across the road from the tea rooms frequented by the grammar nazis (looking respectable in their finery; impotent corpses, minutely animated by innards of a dust dreaming that it is floating in the sunlight rays of intellect...LOL...*bang* *thud*).



Why the fuck are there so many pensive women on here?
Why is their pensiveness oft-times illustrated by a photo of themselves looking confused and constipated?
I often look confused and constipated, it doesn't mean I'm pensive, and I'm rarely constipated. But I will admit to bouts of confusion.
I attribute the constipated look to being marginally more hunky than Rick Moranis, but maybe if I claim to be pensive, folk will think I look interesting, in a good way, 'Hi, I'm Coffee-Sane, and I'm goddamn pensive, which means I have a thousand worthy reasons for being allowed to spank you, DON'T QUESTION T' PENSIVE!'.

I feel dirty, like some mongrel, emo slime, for even contemplating your birth.
Sundays are always awkward though.
Am mainly listening to Dongs Of Sevotion, by Smog, and reading DrStrange comics from the 70's, and my head hurts a little.
Hurrah.