29.9.06

Sometimes, Dildoes are just dildoes.

In the evil world that is my brain, I have gotten off on tangent about many things.

But of late, the old pink is making itself to be a big, huge, Dildo.


So to kill time, I have been trying to keep sane.

I dont think it is working.

Shit.

24 tomorrow.

Mai's at a dance.

Lady C working, and pissed off at yours truly.

Oh lalalalala.

Life.

Thats what this is, right?

Aloha, for the weekend.

1 comment:

the Book of Keira said...

Wait.... do we not like dildoes? Because I have,like, 6 of them. But in my defense.... they are very pretty.

Funny dildo story for you:

I took my kid to go see Charlie and the Chocolate factory and it was apremiere so the security was HUGE. We were searched and wanded by men with guns before entering the theater and my friend that was with us started getting alittle pink in the cheeks. I ask why and shejust opens her purse at me. I peer inside and there is a huge dildo in there. There are about two people ahead of us and she is mortified for them to search her purse because of this dildo....lol. In the end, she played it cool and the guard acted as though he saw nothing. It waspriceless. I trult believe that she would have left had we not stood in a massive line for three hours just to pay a shitload for the tickets and then stood in a massive line for another three hours just to get in the movie. I suppose the embarrassment was worth it to her. I'm sure glad she liked the movie...lol.