Resynchronizing with RealitySorry, You're Not a Winner
17th April 2006
Sleep is for the weak. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to take a nap.
You seem to be confused, you are but a butterfly who dreams of being man. A man who dreams that he is fully conscious. Alas, I fear once your sweet slumber is disturbed, a feeling of insignificance will wash over you. The change in your physiological state of being will make predators flock to your resting grounds. Your biological material will continue to fertilze the great cycle of life, but I fear your soul will disappear. Rest well while you can, for parting is such sweet sorrow...
Make sweet love to it... And I'm singing JOY TO THE WORLD! All the priest-molested boys!
What the lollipops were in those cashews? :Puzzled:
tnbc;3816474fine ill gtb too....nitz gaiys :bawl:
Nitz gaiys? Gays with nits? What?
I say delouse him.
*breaks out the powdered sugar*
When in doubt, gas it!