I think I’m doing better because all I can think about is having a Benny Hill style sexy chase and girls coming over to pamper me, make me feel better, and sit on my face.
The real reason I’ve been gone is I’ve been pitching TV show ideas to MTV. The best idea I had was“Appropriate Age Mom” but they said no.
This really isn’t a joke but I just heard a news report about a local university that will allow for males and females to be roommates in dorm rooms starting next year. If people asked for this at my college I’m sure the administration would have strokes. The only time members of the opposite sex could visit my dorm was on the weekends (Friday 7PM to midnight,Saturday noon to midnight, and Sunday noon to 6PM). And if a member of the opposite sex came to your room you had to leave your door open.
According to my calculations and this fancy calculator, you should make out with me.
The Post Office is no longer going to offer Saturday mail service because of lack of funds. If only they had listened to me and used my idea of LSD laced stamps to commemorate Woodstock then they wouldn’t be in this mess.
Pick up line destined for failure: “I may not go down in history but I will go down on you.”
Whenever I see someone write “rwar” I chuckle because little do they know that “rwar” means “girl, pop that pussy” in dinosaur.
The internet is a scary, creepy, dangerous domain of monsters and beasts. It’s not a petting zoo although with a few clicks you can find some very disturbing petting zoo action.
If I were a Spice Girl my name would be Depression Spice or Trainwreck Spice.
Lately all my major decisions in life are whether I should fiesta or siesta.
You know something I noticed that’s pretty creepy. In the nursery rhyme Humpty Dumpty, they never mention that he’s an egg. It’s just assumed.
I have 99 problems and 300 of them are math related.
If my life were a book, right now it would be the slow part where the reader gradually becomes less inclined to continue reading because it’s nothing more than monotonous page filler.
I’m pretty sure Nicholas Cage is begging movie studios to do a movie starring him about the Super Bowl blackout.
I am suffering from a severe lack of physical intimacy. Would you like to help cure me?
I remember when I was planning on having sex with one of my girlfriends for the first time. It was going to be on a camping trip. I had intense intents in tents.
I’ve always wondered why men are allowed to wear “I Love Boobies” merchandise and claim it’s for breast cancer awareness. Why don’t women start wearing “I Love Fat,Throbbing Cocks and Giant Balls” for testicular or prostate awareness?
I’m fairly certain that Scientology is the longest running episode of Punk’d.
I put Transformers 2: Rise of the Fallen in my Netflix queue and it suggested I be sterilized and find a time traveler so I could go back in time for a better upbringing.
They say that once you hit rock bottom there’s no place to go but up. Well, I’ve been sitting down here so long I’m hoping someone throws me some nachos and beer.
I have a feel that the reason my love life is a disaster is because I never forward those fucking chain emails.
According to TV and movies, everyone in high school is in their 20s. No wonder the rest of the world thinks Americans are stupid.
I think most brands of dog food are better than what they serve in school cafeterias.
If I had a nickel for each time I had sex, I’d probably have to ask my pimp for a raise.
Basically what I’ve done my entire life is set people’s expectations for me so low that I’m at the point where I impress them if I put my shoes on the right foot and don’t shit myself.
Imagine the music that would be made if Adele and Taylor Swift dated and then broke up.
I’ve heard Taylor Swift songs and I’ve heard youtube videos of an elephant farting. The elephant fart videos deserve the Grammy’s more than Taylor Swift.
The Amish Grammy Awards were held this weekend and every award was won by the Amish performer named J-Zeke.
I wish I had a girlfriend because then I’d wear underwear that doesn’t have holes in it. Oh well,who needs girls when you have booze?
Cooties are a real thing only now that we are older we call them STDs.
Have you ever made a wish at 11:11PM and it never came true? The reason it doesn’t come true is because I wish at 11:11AM that all the wishes made at 11:11PM don’t come true.
For Lent I’ve considered giving up on life and when I die I’d like my ashes secretly slipped into random pepper shakers throughout the world.
I’m also considering giving up auto-correct jokes for lint. I’m also giving up on the notion that there will ever be a good Lent joke like I wonder if Rick Astley gives up anything for Lent.
Some day I hope to have enough money to pay Gordon Lightfoot to read all my posts to the tune of “The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald”.
Why does no one seem to write songs about sensible women with high moral fibers any more?
And now for your weekly dose of motivation:
I can’t believe guys still are concerned about whether or not a girl spits or swallows. Isn’t it enough that she allows you to ejaculate in her mouth?
Girls seem to freak out when I tell them I have VD. In my world, VD stands for “voluptuous dong”.
The Olympics are getting rid of wrestling. I knew it was all phony. The only thing that would upset me about that decision would be if they replaced it with golf or poker.
I wish blowing on my car engine made it work like blowing on a Nintendo cartridge.
The Boy Scouts postponed the vote on whether to allow gay members or not. I guess they weren’t prepared.
Ladies, I play the piano and guitar and I type something like 90 wpm so, yeah, I’m very good at fingering.
I can’t believe I don’t have a date for Valentine’s Day when I have to clean my glasses at least three times a day because of excess eyebrow dandruff.
As far as my penis knows, I’m getting laid every single day.
All the money I’ve saved on not going on dates I’ve spent on buying myself snack food for when I get depressed. So far this month I’ve spent $2,000 on candy.
Is gay adoption legal? I wonder how many gays I can adopt.
Ted Nugent was at the State of the Union address. I was sort of hoping Obama would pull out a guitar and shred proving he’s much better at guitar than Nugent. I’m also expecting Nugent to start shooting arrows and for Biden to catch them with his teeth. I would’ve also enjoyed it if Obama’s State of the Union was simply: “The state of the union will improve when you all stop acting like little bitches and start treating everyone nicely.” He should’v ealso had a screen behind him playing the movie “Mad Max” and every few minutes points to it and says “See, it could be worse.”
Ladies, these commercials are very confusing at this time of year. Do you do you not want a lifesized stuffed Vermont teddy bear and a lifesized sculpture of me made of chocolate?
I feel like people are the most disappointed with me when I’m making armpit farting noises.
I sometimes wish I could send my cats to the pound to experience some sort of scared straight program when they claw up the carpet on my stairs at 3AM.
Now that the Pope has resigned I hear he’s posted his resume on Monster and is looking for jobs as a pajama model.
I think the best way to find the new Pope would be to find which Cardinal has the most stripper glitter on his hat.
Imagine what Vatican human resources would’ve done to me if I had stolen a few pens and staplers.
I wonder what Pope Benedict will do with his Twitter account now that he’s resigning. I bet he’ll use it to post more Looney Tunes gifs.
Just once I want to cause a scene at a restaurant and then crab walk my way out.
Forrest Gump once said “Life is like a box of chocolates…” He got the end wrong though because it’s “there’s nothing left once you share it with a woman.”
Ladies, is it hot that I stay up all night watching porn and then when I can’t sleep I lay in bed playing air guitar to The Black Keys?
I’ve found that since I can’t get a hold of any real absinthe that downing a whole bottle of Robotussin with a Five Hour Energy and a hand full of prescription pills will give you the same effect.
Just like Django, my D is useless.
How long will it be before Miley Cyrus endorses her own flavor of Kodiak?
I’ve heard people on Xanga and Tumblr brag about how many friends they have. I have to remind them that it’s all about quality rather than quantity. Would you rather have 50 girls sucking your dick or 10,000 girls holding your hand?
They say, “All good things must come to an end,” which is why I will never close this account.
The #1 tip for a long, happy, and successful relationship is to never get a Xanga account.
I’ve been more upset when I’ve seen my Xanga crush flirting with other guys than when a former girlfriend cheated on me. I need help. Stop it, whores! I love her so much that I would pee and poop with the door open so nothing could ever separate us.
You know what really wins an argument on Xanga, correcting another person’s grammar and spelling.
Isn’t it funny that people on Xanga get mad at you for posting your personal thoughts on a blog which is essentially an internet diary?
I read so many Xangans and come away thinking that they area cynical fourth grader who just learned how to swear and because they know how to use the words “fuck” and “shit” they think they are badass.
This post was Xanga funny but not “ha ha” funny.
I think people block me on Xanga because they’re jealous of my well defined triceps and excellent complexion.
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