Michael Kindt's Blog, page 477
September 8, 2011
So far the only major issue I've had since growing a full beard is hummus.
It's a good thing I'm alone.
Because everything is about you, right? Even homeless people?
Because everything is about you, right? Even homeless people?
Stoked.
Just learned the Queers are coming here in December.
apeaceofmyheart replied to your post: tigerteat replied to your post: I Enjoy…
they feel...
they feel like…bags of sand. ;)
So I hear. One day, women will stop screaming and running away when I approach. One day, I will get to touch some boobs.
*inserts wistful look into eyes*
tigerteat replied to your post: I Enjoy Boobs
Fluffy? What sort of boobs have you been handling?
I...
Fluffy? What sort of boobs have you been handling?
I can't handle the boobs!
I Enjoy Boobs
I am a boob-enjoyer.
Often, when sad or simply blue,
I enjoy boobs and cheer right up.
Boobs are magical, constructed of fluffy goodness.
They are the only part of the body
without a mouth
that smiles.
Look at them. Touch them.
Enjoy them.
They are boobs, mounds of awesomeness,
peaks of goodness,
orbs of beauty,
headlights,
hooters,
knockers,
cans,
melons,
fun bags for the hosehounds
like me.
subconciousevolution:
Vintage Pro-Choice Photo: WE WILL NOT GO...
Vintage Pro-Choice Photo: WE WILL NOT GO BACK to the days of bloody coathangers!
My son just returned from Wisconsin
He went there, to Troy, to a music festival thing. He saw the Queens, his favorite band, as well as Mudhoney—lucky bastard. Also, George Harrison's son's band, which he said was good, Pearl Jam, some others.
It rained the whole time and he and his friends froze.
After the concert, they went couch-surfing in Milwaukee and stayed with some college kids. There was a party, cops, and blood, but they made it out alive and are back here in the West, the land Jim Morrison pronounced correctly as "the best".
Get here and we'll do the rest.
He said Milwaukee is a shithole. They went to downtown Milwaukee, in the middle of the day, and it was essentially abandoned. "Everything was closed, boarded up," he said. "Great big tall buildings with no one in them. It was creepy."
In the distance, a lone dog barked. Across a once busy street tumbled a tumble weed.
"It was like the apocalypse."
September 7, 2011
When Per Johansson of Särö, south of Gothenburg, Sweden returned...
When Per Johansson of Särö, south of Gothenburg, Sweden returned home from work on Tuesday it was dark outside and the rain was coming down hard. Suddenly Johansson heard a bellowing noise from the garden next door.
"I went over to take a look and spotted an elk stuck in an apple tree," Johansson said.
The elk, which was eating fermented apples, was totally smashed and had to be rescued from the tree by the fire brigade. A counselor was called in to discuss the elk's alcohol problem and suggest help, but the elk was in denial and said it had no alcohol problem.
"I'm just a social fermented apple eater," insisted the elk.
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