Posts Tagged ‘dream’

Pass Through The In-Between

Wednesday, February 17th, 2010

-I had a dream that I was crowd-surfing at a huge rock concert… naked.

-Would you rather be cut in half slowly by a sharp object or quickly by a blunt object? I know, you’d rather not be in cut in half, but suppose you had to pick one.

-You only have to do one cock push-up.

-Firecrackers are by far the most entertaining way to lose one of your digits.

-Time travel is only possible after having several mixed drinks. You will be able to skip several hours of the night, but then you will spend nearly a week trying to figure out what happened while you were caught in the space/time continuum.

-Without the weapons, armies would just be terrible fashion trends literally sweeping across a nation.

-Introducing food into a romantic evening can be interesting, but a honey basted turkey and an entire pan of cornbread is taking things a little too far. Unless it’s Thanksgiving, then I suggest you at least wait until the family leaves the dinner table.

-I bet the nation suicide rate would drop dramatically if you had to include a works cited page with your suicide note.

-The day I perfect my longhand will likely be the day I die.

-Don’t blame the elephants when they go on a rampage during a circus. After all of those years being forced to sit on that little round stool and eat stale peanuts I’d want to step on some necks too. Same goes for the motorcycle riding bears and the tigers that jump through rings of fire.

-You can’t run from your problems, especially when your problem is a treadmill.

-I have a great cheesy superhero name just itching to become a monthly comic: Max Douche. He has the ability to one-up anything you say and is always dating obnoxious bitches. Under his cape he has a holster to hold his cheap cologne, a pack of condoms, a bottle opener and a pack of ping pong balls for beer pong.

-If I owned a magic flying school bus, the last thing I would do would go on adventures with the intent to learn.

-I’ve given out all of my advice, so now that I need help there’s nothing to turn to.

-Life is game; a shitty one. It is full of liars and cheaters who will steal your paper money and skip two spaces as soon as you aren’t looking. I’m watching you Top Hat!

Gypsies, Toads, And Evildoers

Monday, April 27th, 2009

-This will be the most difficult blog I’ve ever had to write; not because I have nothing funny to talk about, not because I’ve joined the CIA and been sworn to secrecy, not because I lost all of my fingers in a terrible jungle gym accident, but because I have two of my fingers stuck in an ancient Chinese finger trap. Okay to be honest, it’s not ancient, I bought it yesterday, and it actually says “Made in Taiwan”, not China, but still.

-I’m a strong advocate of fairness; I believe that we should all suffer equally.

-Debriefing sounds like something you do just before you hop in the shower or just before having sex.

-I’d like to hope that reincarnation is completely impossible, that way I don’t have to worry about coming back into this world as a drink coaster. That’d pretty much suck balls.

-Nothing irks me more than someone ruining the ending of a good porn flick.

-I was stuck in an elevator once. We were only in there for about an hour, but after 15 minutes or so I broke the silence and suggested that we eat one of the other stranded passengers. Apparently there is a time limit on how long you have to wait until suggesting cannibalism is considered plausible and acceptable.

-I end all of my emails and letters with “Ps. I was naked when I wrote this.” regardless of if it’s true or not. No one really appreciates it more than my Business Law teacher when I send in my homework.

-Nothing says “I couldn’t care less about what you think of me” like a hat that says “Fuck you” really big on it.

-If you’re not spitting blood and teary eyed after brushing your teeth than you’re not doing it right.

-Everyone has hobbies. One of mine is collecting paper. I have them sorted into stacks by what’s on them and I store them in different locations throughout my house. I keep the ones with “$” on them in a big metal box in my closet, the pieces of paper with song lyrics on them are kept with my music collection, I throw the ones that say “bill” on them in my garbage can, and the ones with pictures of naked people on them are kept under my bed.

-I had a dream last night that I was trapped inside of a kaleidoscope with dozens of furry animals. Then, after I saw the pictures on my friends phone, I realized I had just gotten totally plastered at Chucky Cheese and couldn’t find my way out of the ball pit.

Friday The Thirteenth, Beware Of Hockey Goalies With Sharp Objects

Friday, March 13th, 2009

-My weekend is going to be about as sad as watching Edward Scissorhands try to catch a butterfly.

-I ate at a restaurant that served “A bowl of sexy Jell-O” as a dessert. I’m not sure what made it sexy, perhaps the way it jiggled? Maybe it was cut into some sort of adult shape? I settled for the nude key lime pie and a cup of prostitution instead.

-I think that during these economic times we need to define the American Dream 2.0. I’m pretty sure that the way things are now is a sign that maybe the first dream isn’t working out as well as we would have liked it to.

-Sorry if this isn’t very funny, last night I was drinking and hit on a girl that looked like a cross between Rosie O’Donnell and Arnold Schwarzenegger. I’m currently reevaluating my goals and life decisions.

-The unfortunate dyslexic dictator; he’ll never understand why his plan to conquer then divide didn’t work.

-Have you ever misspoken and said something like telling your neighbors that your new babysitter is very sexual when you actually meant to say she’s very sensible? Me neither, but it’d be pretty, huh?

-I was watching one of those house hunting shows and the lady looking for a house really wanted a laundry room that had a window. Why would you want a laundry room with a view? So you can depress yourself as you look outside at all of the other people in the world not doing laundry?

-”It’s only an island if you’re looking at it from the water.”

-I had a dream the other night that I was bobsledding with Tom Cruise and the entire Cool Runnings team. I instantly knew it was a dream when we got to the bottom of the hill and Tom Cruise and I were talking and I mentioned that I was now a believer in scientology. That pretty much diminished any actuality to the entire dream.

-If McDonalds sold lobster, would you try it? I don’t think I’m prepared to take that much of a risk.

-Several guys sitting around talking about their ex’s quickly turns into a plethora of private information you kinda didn’t want to know.

-Ever get that feeling that the trash is sweeping you under the rug instead?

 
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