Do not fold, spindle, or mutilate. This vajayjay is not a toy. Oh, and See If You Can Get Her to Brush the Back of Her Head, Too. I was rummaging through an old box and found a treasure trove of old notes and cards. The thing that makes this funny is that I was in 7th grade at the time.

The Rants and Raves of a Monster. This is a place where I share myself. My thoughts on life and the wacky things that float around in my brain. I hope you find it interesting. Tuesday, September 30, 2014. In the wake of the latest Pear yPhone offering, my phone company offered its customers a generous buyback option with purchase. As Pie works for said company, she made sure that i knew about it and, being a good sister, reminded me that the deal ended today. It reminded me of the time i asked an ex boyf.

The Big Man has spoken. You heard it here first. I pick a rant out of my pocket, dust the lint off of it, and type it out. Monday, December 18, 2006. I am repeatedly inspired to new heights by the searches that bring people to the Zero Unlimited page. The latest? The Boss of Your Dooleyboppers.

I have no idea what my path will be and how many things I will run into, but the ride is sure fun! View my complete profile. HNT break and weekend recap. Time for a change! The weekend is really here? Wednesday, April 30, 2008. Talk to ya real soon! .

I Pooped My Pants Writing This. When the light of hilarity has gone out, when the standard of unreason waves no more, when the great river of stupidity has run dry. Weep for the future, children; I shall be there. Sunday, November 05, 2006.

A semi-private place to share parts of my life. Friday, April 06, 2007. Lucky me, I get the night shift. The weather the first few days was incredible.

The Amazing Slappy and Centuries of Good Old Fashioned Mayhem. Friday, November 10, 2006. Slappy is Knee Deep in Freaks. While Slappy is recovering from last nights debacle, he wonders what sort of freak would want to read his blood soaked tales. As Slappy ponders this enigma wrapped in a riddle, he finds the following searches are the most popular paths to his sweet abode of death. Hairstyles of the early 1800s.

The King of Cake in your face. Who wants frosting? Tuesday, October 24, 2006. Sick, I tell you. SICK! The sicko herself, with birthday-boy accomplice. I told you she was sick! Links to this post.