Stoned Ramblings

I dont like it when people look at my shoes and comment how small they are. why are you looking at my shoes? I only wear size 7, but I'll stick kick dents, bitch.

 

size 7?...is there anything about you that isnt perfect?...I mean besides your boat sized attitude

 

Radio Warrington on there, but wow, what a great little device!

 

I like searching for the remote stations ..

is the country all depressed about losing to a country where?....now correct me if but....they speak French in Belgium?.....so basically y'all got whooped by French people? lol...….



irms shoe talk reminded me a line I heard in a comedy poem the other day about embarrassing ways to die....''walking through a mine field with your giant clown shoes on''

 

At least they're not looking straight in to the eyes! Those are the real weirdos

 

Yesterday, I saw a calico cat playing with a snake. It was the most entertaining thing ever.

The cat was batting it around with its paws and jumping around when the snake made sudden movements.

 

Hong Kong next Sunday. Ni hao....

 

Cats are sociopaths

 

Elon Musk calls British diver who helped rescue Thai schoolboys 'pedo guy' in Twitter outburst

 

That is just nasty and uncalled for, albeit accurate.

 

Fixed

 

Constipated Duck 8:40

 

i tend to pace when im on the phone. i was talking to my mom last night, ended up in the garage, and tripped. im assuming it was a cat, but i might just be clumsy. in any case, having my phone in my hand, i couldnt brace against anything. i hit my head, just above the temple. smashed my shoulder, its really bruised and tender. i have bruising on my hip/ thigh, and the middle of my back.

i just laid there on the floor of the garage and continued my conversation with mom, but damn im hurting today.

 

A shout out to all the government agents from various agencies who are tasked to reading everything posted on this page..

 

Teehee. I want my tax back!

 

Yes! You are the best government agents a good citizen can ask for! Thank you for your service!

And there is no one buried in my back yard.

No one at all.

 

they're small clumsy asshole ninjas in fur coats that hate your stuff.
and I love my two little bastards.

 

Today my cat has tripped me, bit me, scratched me, and cried diabolically for food when his food bowl was full. The only reason I even took him in was because he was orphaned and close to death. $200 in vet bills later and you think he would at least show some goddamn gratitude