Okay, I'm in a weird mood. Here's a bunch of stuff that I've been collecting, in no particular order.
We love these big crispy rounds - but the only place around here to get them is IKEA and I haven't been down there recently. They have a hole in the middle - because they were meant to hang on a peg in the kitchen. So when I saw this video ....
Aren't they cute? Doesn't matter that you can't understand a word said.
Enough mindless entertainment, now on to some knowledge-making
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We have a another fascinating installment of The World's Most Terrifying Penises - squid dick anyone?
How about some frog orgies?
And then some euphemisms for orgy: American trombone, birthday party, fuckathon (hey Sommer, it's a portmanteau!), gang shag, Mazola party, picnic, round robin (snicker snicker), sewing circle, team cream, etc.
Got any weird shit to share?
Hmmm. Weird shit.
ReplyDeleteUmm...I spent half an hour chasing chickens when I got home?
I came home after work, put on my jammies, opened a bottle of wine, and have been taking stupid quizzes on Facebook that my friends have posted, and writing weird shit in the comment section of my page.
ReplyDeleteI never indulge in Facebook. I just go there to lurk among my friends and relatives to find out what they're doing.
I even listed my idea of the five sexiest men (P S Haven wasn't listed). They are: Johnny Depp, Kevin Spacey, Rufus Sewell, Anthony LaPaglia, and Jimmy Smits.
I don't know why I'm tanking like this on a Thursday...
cerulean
Hey Jen. Nah, I don't think chasing chickens is weird enough. Haha. But that's me. I used to have ducks and geese (about 24 years ago). I'm sure someone else would think that very strange.
ReplyDeletehey cerulean, wine sounds good. Okay, I don't recognize some of your sexy men - Rufus or Anthony - must go google.
It's a weird Thursday - that's why.
okay back. ;-) I recognize them! Rufus - cute yes. I'm not sure I could narrow it down to five. Hehe. JDepp of course. I better stop, if I start thinking I'll not get anything else done tonight. ;-)
ReplyDeleteI wish the Crisp Bread Dancers had hung the crackers on their own fleshy pegs.
ReplyDeleteMan, I've really neglected Scandinavia.
I think it's time for an IKEA run...