Somehow, I still don't hate Hoobastank, despite all signs pointing to that being something I'd do. Don't like 'em, don't loathe 'em.

I still don't have an ipod or anything resembling one.

I've never watched Desperate Housewives.

And I don't participate in religious or political threads anymore because I'm religiously and politically exhausted.

Did you choose this, or was it destined for you?

badump-swish

I'm not really gay, I just like playing with dicks.

I'm actually a street teamer who is patiently biding his time to sucker you folks into buying my band's cd.

I've been sleeping way too much lately. I need some exercise.


I still haven't opened the iPod Nano I got in December...or that iHome docking speakers/radio player either. Come to think of it, I have dozens of DVD's that I've bought over the past few months but haven't seen any of them yet. Why?


The Antique Roadshow may be the best thing I've ever seen on television. When I'm channel surfing and I find that it's on I always have to stop and watch it.

Mee too.

That and I'm really a cat.

i hate U2.
bono makes me want to punch him in the face.

Hate indicates that you care enough about something to think about it. I don't hate Hoobastank either - they just never cross my mind.

Maybe we should all re-learn how to use the word "hate." I know I use it too much, and we probably all do, too. I hate rapists and murderers. I don't care about Hoobastank.

I'm dating Keira Knightly.

I once attended a Limp Bizkit concert.

I have a seven inch scar on my left butt cheek after being thrown through a window once at school. Only once.

oh, i HATE HATE that song "the reason." so aggressively trite.

I just starting eating cereal for breakfast after nearly 20 years. My first bowl was Cap'n Crunch.

I may have a man-crush on one of my teachers. So smart. So funny. Can't wait to go to class every day. Guy is hilarious. And it's one of my core classes, for my discipline, so it's super important.

This is as close as I'll get to it, anyway.

try the swirled berry variety. It's motherfucking Smurfberry Crunch (quite possibnle the greatest cereal ever conceived) redux.

I once ate a bowl of Crunchberries. No regular Cap'n Crunch, just the Crunchberries.

Chuck (e) D and I have actually been having an affair for years.

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O RLY?



Anyway... Like every heterosexual male, my feminine ideal is the first doll I ever REALLY crushed on while in high-school. Jenny Pietrusz. Short, fit; the most delicious, perfectly alligned breasts I will ever have the opportunity to glimpse. Long blonde hair, a sharp wit.... But, she also REALLY liked Limp Bizkit. Granted, though, it was '97, before anyone for certain knew what their trip was, but, but... It makes me question my opinion of women.

Almost.

She's still hot.

And, if I were to see her today, I'd whip it out and start beating it like a bonaboo monkey.

The technical term for it is Billy Zane Syndrome

You'll probably already be doing that when she bumps into you at the melon section of the produce department.

I don't know the least damned thing about charming a woman.

Neuro is going to have me garroted and thrown in a ditch somewhere.

It's a Bonobo, and it's an ape, not a monkey.

I don't know the least damned thing about charming a woman.

Neuro is going to have me garroted and thrown in a ditch somewhere.

It's a Bonobo, and it's an ape, not a monkey.

TITTY-FUCKING the cantaloupe! Shove two together, then ride to glory.

Tell me the roof of your mouth isn't mincemeat now. I know you can't.

I doubted my spelling was correct, but I knew that everyone would get the jizzt of the statement. Thanks for the pick-up, though.

B - O - N - O - B - O. I'll have to remember that.

And, ape, you say?

Just remember the B-O part, which I surmise is something you're fairly familiar with.