inciden tally rizzle a jizzle, that smoo rocket related. u never know whose watching whose not at all interested in muscle relaxants.

wow. i am drunk. I mean drunk. u have little idea of this level of drunkenness, but i'm pretty sure I shouldnt have a fukin internet connection right now. Anyway, Anyone whose reading this, im pretty sure it's gonna be cormac, sarah, kevin, diane, cian, sarah, , michelle, liselle or sinead, but I really miss u guys!!!!!!! Im catching a flight to san diego tomorrow, which is where i have to try and get a job for the summer or else come home. I dunno whats gonna happen but im sure im gonna see ye soon anyway. I went to Alcatraz today, and that fuckin rocked ass. . . . man, cant type anymore, just too pidgledy midgledgzy.Wanna rizzle a jizzle but i ran out on sat, bollix.

Man. just got back from a baseball game, the San Fran Giants vs. the Detroit tigers. And got to see Barry bonds hit one right out of the park. He is gonna break Babe ruths record, so he's like a god here. We were sitting right over the camera, like the perfect seats, row a seat 1 and 2. And it aint boring at all! It jus tfucking is cool.

Yesterday we went to haight ashbury and I bought an ibanez. now it's mybanez. Its called christine. They have single use digital cameras here so i'll try and email ppl stuff as soon as I get time to get into a proper internet cafe. I cant mail from where i am now.
Last night I went with dara's housemate steve and a load of his friends to a bar. It was pretty good, but after a few merry drinks, and one very dodgy ID questioning series later, we moved to a sushi restaurant. We got the cook guy to come out (What do cook's cook in sushi restaurants?) and after a lot of sushi and a crash course in drunken chopstix, we started doing a lot of sake bombs. Sake bombs are basically when you put a shot of hot sake into your glass of beer and try to shot it down faster than everyone else. They were a serious bunch of drinkers, but I managed to win a few rounds. They were a little scared of the skinny irish guy who could "drink like a seive" so we stayed and drank lots n fucking lots in this sushi restaurant and ran up some sort of amazing bill and then left and I went home to play mybanez and playstation 2 surfing games, but actually passed out on the bed as soon as I got in and then had some sort of serious hangover all morning.
Some guy asked me for some money for alcohol, and I walked on ignoring him cos you get that a lot here, and he shouted after me "I need a beer man!" so i went home and had a beer. ahahahahaha poor ppl suck.

Hey everyone! Im in san fan fucking cisco!
Wanna just mention how much USIT can lick my balls completely.
If we dont get a job we should go home inside 20 days.
This new rule is applied by the immigration office, which is a strange rule as based on my experiences filling fucking names I never heard of on numerous fucking forms for an hour after I got off a 16 hour travel nightmare involving two flights and a train and going through heathrow. Also I got to watch How to lose a guy in 10 days and Maid in Manhattan. (I also got to see the Pianist but that was good and I am in a complainin mood.)
So anyway, those US immigration guys are assholes. just fucking assholes. And they are all fucking immigrants too. Thats like a dirty word in this country.
Hour one off the plane, and Naomi's brother collected us at the airport, and I was pissed off and tired and like wondering why I had come here. Then I noticed it was 30 degrees with a lovely breeze. Then I noticed the golden gate bridge, then the load of really cool cars, then I got in to where I am staying now, which is Naomi's brothers apartment downtown, and the whole time kinda worried, one of those non specific attacks you get in your stomach when you think you might panic at any second. Then I got a beer, and went out to the balcony and had a beer and a cigarette and took in the view of the city and just started to look around. It is just the coolest place I have ever seen. Just the perfect weather, the cleanliness and the fuck lot of sky scrapers that I have no idea what they do, other than get blown up, and it is just such a complete change over from anything I have ever seen ever ever ever. I mean its just amazing. You kinda get into a place where you think you have life experience, but i got nothing, cos there's 50 states in the US. Im in one, and it just fucking rules more ass than any part of europe.
So since I got here I have DRANK BEER, SMOKED, ATE THE BEST TAPAS EVER THE BEST CHINESE EVER AND THE BEST FUCKING ITALIAN EVER. and it costs like the price of a big mac. and the Shops, sorry, stores, are the coolest places in the fucking world man. Have yet to go guitar shopping, thats tomorrow's thing. Just spent most of the day in the city or in bed. It seems to be the non specific asian gay guy capital of the world, and you know some ppl here are assholes, just like everywhere, but I am gonna get so lost in this place some day. I dunno. That first look at the city once I'd settled in, Im still reeling from it. It's just not a place you can begin to take in or understand at all. What happened to make this place was, when the price of living went up, they did this crazy thing, they started paying people more. So everyone is living expensively, but eating cheaply, shopping cheaply and drinking a lot. Its like when you get out of college and you want the same culture, fun, and to be treated like a graduate, you come here, work all day and then just party. It is such a different way of life. Just everything is different. I dunno.
I am not going home inside 20 days.

Balding fat men ARE attractive.

3 exams down 2 to go. And just two short days to drunken-student-finishes-exams-apolooza. And america! AMERICA! Its like a week from now. We have accommodation or some thing, and maybe Ill get a job.
Although maybe I'll dip my sac in honey then hold it over a beehive whilst simultaneously crunching my balls with a nutcracker and twisting my own nipples really really hard.
as you do.



Dumbass

I have never to my knowledge in my adult life stood on dogshit. Yet as a child I found myself with dogshit permanently stuck to the sole of my shoe. Is dog shit child magnetic? Maybe if they take out this magnetic active ingredient in dog shit they can study it, and take this child magnetism link in the dna make up of the dog turd, and eventually use it to check DNA strands of child molesters for the same afore-mentioned ingredient, thus preventing child molestation. A similar theory would work for cow fuckers Im sure. Cows are attracted way too much to those electric fences. They just lean on them and shit away. Maybe we should run an electric current through the cow fuckers body to cure him. Now see! We can all think like crazy Republican Americans. Lets shoot some guns in the air and put on white hoods. And fuck some cows abviously. On a stump. Cos if u dont have a cow fucking stump you better have one on lay away.

U know what sux about playing guitar? That you never have enough guitar accessories and guitar accessories are expensive. Solution: Rob old ladies of the drugs they are smuggling into the country and sell them yourself, thus providing you with enough money for a mesa boogie triple rectifier with multiple foot switching and a fender fucking strat! Now all you need to play guitar is :

6 strings

numerous plectrums of large and small thicknesses

A fuck lot of pedals

Two working minimum ten foot long leads

A slide

A string winder

A capo

An acoustic just in case you feel an acoustic urge

A sheet of paper to write down whatever shit youre playing that you think is good

A computer with connection to the internet to get guitar tabs

About 400 guitar magazines

A chord dictionary

A recording/sampling pedal type thingy

A strap

See?????? Guitar shop owners are screwing guitarists all over the world!
And U wanna know why? Cos Women are also screwing guitarists all over the world.

So dont forget to stick it to the man by sticking it to your woman.

I once lost bladder control in the middle of pissing myself.

Im offta america soon. Maybe Ill continue to blog, just so ppl can spot if I stop being able to talk shite at some stage.
Speaking of which,
shiteshiteshiteshite

White Stripes win Medal in Special Olympics!

Yeah! And when pressed for an interview Jack white left us at sixes and sevens with his beautiful vocal prose stylings.
"Well Jack, are you pleased at winning a medal in the special olympics for maintaining bladder control through out the whole opening ceremony?"
"Well, buh buh dah reeeeccctttttuuuuummmmmmm...... like public media perceptron dumdeedlehate. I am as talented as a dead pube deedle dee smeggle."
Yes, he certainly is a shit.

If u could really really exact a horrible revenge on someone how would you do it? Would you even really do it? Who would you do it too? I would like to hang that little drool ridden chipmunk jack white from his bellybutton with a big rusty hook till his intestines fell out. I was tricked, duped and lied to about the whole thing. So I actually bought the album, Elephant, which I have listened to now a good 5 times, thinking, "Oh it might get better". you know, telling youself you haven't just wasted money on a turd in the box of an album? Well. I have. Aside from yer man's voice, which I can see a lotta people would be into, he plays guitar like a moron who can barely string 2 power chords in succession, I mean there's six strings on a guitar man. Thats two more notes than you need. And what is with those drums. repetitive dull thumping never sounded so repetitive and dull. And she cant sing either. And its painfully obvious they are desperate to be recognised in a similar vein as the pixies. But they're not. Cos the white stripes haven't produced anything of note since Jack White shat out a piece of lego when he was three. Where as the pixies have influenced in some way just about every major respectible band around. And then they sell good from their first weird and shit album and suddenly everybody has to be in love with them. So they get even weirder than they already were, I mean fair enough, they don't know if they're siblings who fuck or whatever, but I dont care, and I dont think the world fucking should care if the two little tossers fuck each other or not. I mean if they came from the same womb it would be surely easier to eliminate the source of this virus. And that bunch of complete tools that actually think that an album as blaringly obviously shit and then write about in popular magazines tricking people to actually buy the wanked off pile of pigeon bile, and still no-one has copped on. And dont tell me that fucking lego video was innovative, cos I made better men out of lego than that when I was 4. Yeah.
That album gets 4 stars.

And Jim Carrey in Batman forever? I mean is this the fine performance we saw in the Truman show? I think not. How many movies could be improved if actors removed the class A drugs from their nose and the designer handbags from their conversation and just tried a bit harder? Not that I watch Batman religiously. (Im not weird or anything).

George Clooney played batman badly. A tense conversation starter, but one well worth it, if you have the bones of twenty three dates to get through cos your personal sex therapist had scheduled them sequentially according to your period of greatest fertility, and obviously virility. That's not to say I'm virulent, I'm virile. Obviously. But anyway, so start a conversation with the Clooney ceist(That's an oirish word, it means giant testicles) and be assured that you could separate the wheat from the chaff and find a fine red blood of a bird, one you can turn over and start again with. I mean he was a poor performer in a role he less than relished. What would you do/say to anyone who implied otherwise? "Good day sir" I should wager, or else you could fuck up his face with a big rusty nail. But that's not what I did with my dates, Im not weird or anything, I just threatened to bite their nipples off and serve them in the restaurants fresh seafood section in oyster shells. Just for a laugh, cos the old fellas at the bar would dig it. But anyway, after enough mind games to spend a lifetime in therapy(I'm not weird or anything) I walked home with a fine filly, and in fact couldn't turn over and start her again because I had burnt my arse so badly on the lightbulb. Not that I regularly have sex with horses.(I'm not weird or anything).

That crazy Mundy fellow stage jumped at the Trinners annual Ball gala, where I was toast of the town as I was paraded through the Pale centre, naked and dancing in a large martini, whilst thousands of potato farmers lavished me in praise, particularly noticing my slightly larger than usual genitalia. Particularly interesting, considering the chill in the morning air and the icy cold dry vermouth swimming below where my shorts should be. Maybe I shouldn't have taken those pills that odd-eye looking guy at the Arch offered me for 3 euro a pop.

That's crazy talk. Punctuate how you want. Im just an oik from Oireland with a spud fetish. Actually. that's my boyfriend. He's a spud too. Everyone says Im crazy keeping a spud in my underpants, but I like to talk to it. It keeps me company on cold dark nights when Crimes scene investigates is over and Im wank-xhausted. Its not really sexual thing. More about commitment, and no I'm sorry I cant continue.

use, more, comma's, it's, important. Actually never punctuate period

Every single meat eating man alive just doesn't like to spend time and money buying ingredients to hand make their own tortilla dips. But the entire irish society is now completely based around who has the best most original and mexican sounding and tasting tortilla dip. We are now classed based on the quality of dip that we serve at our table. Last night I was tired and bought a dip from the store cos my boss was coming over from the potato factory for to interview me to be vice pres. of the foreign sales operation. Two days later, my boss had recycled his food and I was semi-retired except for the graveyard spud dig. Few foreigners actually know how deeply Irish care for their tortilla dips. It's probably a good thing too considering how good Dustin "Im a neo-nazi quasi-homosexual turkey with outrageos rightwing political beliefs" turkey has done for this country in the 21st century.

New ONION OUT!
"We've all been there. I mean, I'm hardly the only one out there having oral, vaginal, and anal sexual contact. I'm just the one who winds up with a pus-like discharge shooting out of my hoo-hoo."

Fed up with a lot of these blogs.Continually reading about someone being some sort of tortured vaguely poetic person is the single most dull thing ever. I'd rather watch a spider crying over the end of "Titanic" whilst sitting with my balls balanced on a freshly sharpened razor blade. I mean really, how far can we take these people in a modern society? Are they just gonna sit outside under a tree in a thunderstorm whining till someone gives them pie and a knife to cut themselves, so then they can tell everyone how fucked up they are and listen to the Smiths all day? There are people in the world with real problems.
As long as you can say the words"I don't take it up the back door" in 5 languages you're sorted for smoo and anger where ever you do go, expecially if that place is jail or san francisco.


No lo tomo en la puerta trasera

Ich nehme es nicht in der rückseitigen Tür

Je ne le prends pas dans la porte arrière

Non lo prendo nel portello posteriore

Eu não faço exame d na porta traseira

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Things to do to ensure you don't fart on others...
1. Don't be a motherfucking person who farts near people!
2. Be female.
3. Stick a small house pet in the space between ass and dick and then make it angry.
4. Insert a large hose in your anal cavity and suck out the little fucker before he poisons the rest of the world.

Things to do to ensure you're not farted on:
1. Dont sit near Cormac and his hideous rotary cannon ass.
2. Fart on someone else first.
3. Be female.

Cormac just farted. One of those really bad morning farts where the whole clenchedness of the previous nights sleeping is released. And then he walked past me. I AM NOT YOUR FART SNIFFER!!!!! Yeeargh *stab*

Boink oinkedy.

A list of Masturbation Yeufasmisms! no euphamsims no euphamisims, no actually I dont wanna write down a list of funny things that sound like they refer vaguely to masturbation. If u dont like it u can hoot my nanny. Im still incredibly pissed at vodafone though. Its clouding my mind. Rage is completely taking over. I think I'll go punch the speckled bishop till he pukes in his hat if u know what I mean.

Yesterday at 1:51p.m. I went to my ATM to top up my futhermucking mobile. Here I am 24 hours later and still no credit. So I rang them, on a pay phone, u know, cos I dont have fucking credit and all, and the number you ring to inquire about shit like having no credit is a toll number. I mean what the fuck? Are they the dumbest fucking stupidest company in the world? Nothing really against Vodafone but if I ever actually have to pay money to talk to some limpwrist about why the credit I paid for hasnt managed to travel the short cunting distance from atm to phone I am gonna start firebombing limpwrist central. Is the whole vodafone company just some poorly hidden twat charity that gives jobs to ppl on the premise that they cant do any job, whether it be chief marketing executive or bend over boy at their meetings everyday?
Fundamentally
SUCK MY BALLS VODAFUCKINGFONE

So I have found a whole new realm of unpleasant hangover accidentally.
try 2 cans of Budvar 2 pints and a bottle of wine. like a little under my usual haul but still feel bad in an intestinal sorta way.
I didnt mix the beer and wine though. not in the same glass anyway

Got naked with 4 guys last night.
Twas fun.

When I sleep I can hear vampire bats sleeping on babies. The babies are quiet enough now. But it's been 20 years. Those babies haven't grown. Hold me.


dumbass.

Was up late last night thinking about the "Things that can suck my balls" card. A card isnt large enough. Or else I need to generalise. I'll try and generalise, because there's nothing more satisfying than handing someone a card telling them to go SUCK MY BALLS.
So. Lemme see. How to generalise... The World can suck my balls? Maybe a list of things that dont have to suck my balls would be shorter.... People who make/get me/have gottten me munchies, beer, porn, illegal narcotics, and good music do not, yet have to suck my balls. All others, I may call in the ball suckage at any time, in any place.

No seriously though. When God made Jamie Oliver he was taking the piss right? A mockney cockney horrendous drummer with a poofy little haircut who tells people how to put shit in a pan and heat it with something. How did stone-age monkey moron man fall into a kitchen and then some how figure out how to speak, some sort of rarely understood ancient toss dialect, and then they started to film the FUCKER? and Pay him money? If u pay me like you pay him I could live in a pre-historic cave everynight to practice drooling and smearing feces on the wall with my bare hands like that stove puppet.I think I've seen cows that are more intelligent than him. And I dont mean some sort of angeldust supercow, I mean a big fuck off BSE ridden slightly dumb drooling slackjawed cow with a vague homosexual air about her.

Final Year Project Suggestions Marathon begins now! I need help People!

Suggest defecation and the decaying process of human waste by shitting in your lecturer's mouth.

Suggest human/cheese interaction formalities and implications by pulling down his pants, and removing his smegma and whatever else with a pencil sharpener.

Patriarchal mating situations in the wild by sleeping with him/her for an A, B, C, D or just for the sex if you're a real mingpuppet.

The diagramatical context ridden world in which we live, or, in other words, get a small bunch of sadist neo-nazi's to carve a swastika on his head and then repeatedly anally rape him for 17 hours with every Hairbrush and hot iron the Brown Thomas Hair Brush and Hot Iron for torture department has to offer.

If anyone else has a desire for a cheese name u can just email me. If u look below the posts, you will see my name. If you were to be able to maneuvre the mouse over the name then click your mouse you would receive the manna of Email privileges.Hare hare Krishna krishna hare krishna krishna.
Dumbass.

I would like to announce that I am unlaminating my list of things that can suck my balls to add in Digital Signal Processing and women who have nipple rings. Suggestions?

I am a 46% mutant 31% gay experimenter according to the spark, and I would rather play with bubble wrap for 17 hours straight than do any more of the spark.com's online tests no matter how psychologically accurate they ball licking well are. I mean really. No. Really. Look we've all been there. But have you ever stopped and wondered just how useful it is to find out how gay you are, or what percentage of a mutant you are???? Why does it even exist? I can see something in thespark.com's future. Fires. Started by sane people. As in someone who isnt from america and who drinks beer the odd time(If you're american this means an alcoholic.) And for fuck sake, no, I dont want to know how gay my friends are or get your wonderful weekly email keeping me up to date at everything going on at your tool of a website. Just burn in a feiry pit for all eternity.Art related to the topic

So feminism. Can we confuse the issue anymore? Let me see. Women want men to: treat them equally and not laugh when they cant pee standing up.And now they can wear our clothes but we cant wear theirs? Ive seen the future man. The future is a lesbian in combats and a bowler hat taking a slash standing up in a back alley singing "I am woman hear me roar" handing out pamphlets saying that no man can understand how superior women are until they have menstruated or had babies. There's the real source of all evil. Well I got news for you. We can fight back. Just by learning off this small list of things to say should you meet this woman.
1. Shut up and evolve. You bitch.
2. Please get up. I'm sorry (after smacking her in the head with a glass bottle that's full of your own cum and then stabbing her 437 times with a knife smeared in your own shit.)
3. Isn't abortion a geat idea?
4. Isn't the way women stay home and look after babies a great idea?
5. Isnt the fact that Emporio armani are now making clothes for overweight poor stay at home moms and their life partner of minimal signifance to you? You ugly badly dressed freak.
6. Uh... I hate to rain on your shit parade. But some people have real problems. Like hunger, famine, suicide, war and being near you, you insufferably large disgusting postule bursting on the surface of some freak planet far away from here where your kind are welcome you psuedo Nazi bitch from hell.
7. I think Germaine Greer's writing is flawed on numerous fundamental levels. But she's a real fine thing. I mean those tits...
8. I used to be a non-feminist. I thought women's place was in the home. Then I met you. Now I'm gay.

One thing that pisses me off about god is that he doesn't exist. I mean really. God. So if God does in fact exist, benign creator of our universe, where was he before the universe was here? Surely he had to be from a different dimension. That's like the only real explanation right? So on that other dimension, was he a complete son of a bitch and thats why he was kicked out, or was he a brave traveller or perhaps he got lost on a pizza delivery? I think God is like the BFG. Sort of a wimpy giant that built us to control us. But you dont know. Maybe one day some trillions of years ago some really really really incomparably massive guy rimmed out with the dregs of his pee, and we are just stemmed from urine on the floor of a ludicrously enormous clandestine public jacks. And just because you believe in god, you have to believe in:
1. Pre-historic inter dimensional time travel
2. That God is a fictional character written by Roald Dahl
3. That Kurt Cobain isn't in heaven
4. That he didnt do Mary.
5. That he and Jesus and the Holy spirit are in fact the same person. Right. What about when one of them wants a wank?
6. That some divine heavenly body has control over everything and yet Paramount comedy channel and the white stripes exist. oh and hitler and famine and that other shit too.

Which cheese would you be?
Diane Gordon: Dauphin gordonzola
Nick: Canadian Cheddar
Sarah Madden: Sardo Monterray Jack
Cormac Daly: Capricorn Goat Danish Blue
Kevin Normoyle: Knockalara Neufchatel
Cian O' Sullivan: Cairphilly O' Seriously strong cheddar.
All cheese names provided by: Cheese.com

Most Boring sites on the internet!
slippers.com
The American concrete institute
The official website of doncaster rovers
Realtor.com
The official website of A Knight's tale

Things I hate most in the whole world in no particular order:
Paramount comedy channel.
George W. Bush.
People who run out of ideas.
...
...
shit.

Do you guys know that those women dont know that we play little games when we pee?
So anyway, I dont know how the conversation came up but it's not just me, not this time.
Yes we:
1. Like to corrode as much of the urinal cake as possible py spraying directly on it.

2. Try to last longer than the flush/ guy next to you.

3. Try to finish before the flush/guy next to you/campus security van salivating at the sight of liquid removal from nobbage.


editorial note: Vans dont salivate
4. Try to oscillate little streams as widely as possible without hitting the toilet seat.

5. Try to oscillate little streams as widely as possible whilst hitting the toilet seat.

6. Try to oscillate little streams as widely as possible whilst spinning around in the bath with a swimming cap on.

But it stands to reason that girls dont play pee games. I dont think even they know where their pee comes from. Like the mystery of pandora's box. The hole in the hole?
Could someone please tell me how girls pee?

I am an ugly miniature limerick, him starfishes the manner of sucking can it asses that to sanctify water one washes.

I know its a strange sentence, but there are people on internet translaters right now getting stuff like this in place of important things that make sense like: I am a miniatuire ass goblin from limerick who likes to touch asses once they have been washed in holy water. You know. Everyday conversation.

This post I donate generously to this glorious translator
Words to remember if you're ever stuck in a lift with a flatulent italian donkey, and you do not have a wireless broadband internet connection at the end of whatever you're smoking, freak.
English : You are a flatulent italian donkey. Please leave this elevator and never return
Italian : Siete un asino italiano flatulent. Lasci prego questo elevatore e mai non rinvii.

just so you dont say something you dont actually mean to the little Italian donkey who cannot in fact speak english or italian, I translated it back into english again. Now we're really seeing the amazing artificially intelligent powers of internet language translators:

English again:You are an Italian ass flatulent. Lasci I never pray this elevator and not dismissals
Now, French: Vous êtes un âne italien flatulent. I ne prient jamais ces ascenseur et pas renvois
German: Sie sind ein italienischer Esel voll Blähungen. I bitten nie diesen Aufzug und nicht Verweise
And now, once more in english: They are full an Italian donkey blowing. I never ask this elevator and not references.

"But I dont have any cheese man!" and thats all I said. OK so you walk to the fridge, to get that one last emergancy beer that you've been hiding for like 3 hours, just to top off the whole night, and you come back, and you're standing up in the sitting room, and one of three things will happen.
1. someone has taken your seat.
2. Someone has burned/pissed/shat/came/pole danced in your seat.
3. Paramount comedy channel is on.
I mean I have nothing against Kelsey tetragrammaton and his lame "I'm a cut above" humour, or the sex and the city girls and their STUPID FUCKING ludicrous use of plays on words cos some moron read some book once that had one good play on words joke now we have to torture the world for centuries with this shit. It should be on for 4 seconds a day, A show called "Dharma and Greg and Frasier and Roseanne and Will and Grace and Becker and Bob and Margeret and Ellen and Raymond all in the many personalities of a girl called Seinfeld." It would be about one 40 year old teenage bald fat attractive skinny fat lesbian homosexual straight single married guy who works as a priest in a popular fashion magazine that specialises in law and alternative healing whose going out with a young middleaged sexually free slutty virgin girl from 1991 who just wants to grow up a bit so she can be a bigger child. So anyway, This guy walks on and says "All you people are actually watching this shit. No really." And thats the whole show. I mean Surely Paramount comedy channel is in itself an oxymoron. Or perhaps it's a witty and poignant play on words where when someone says comedy they in fact mean that rather than watching this channel you should angle yourself in a shark tank, with shark hors d'oeuvres tied to your penis, and a sign translated into shark language that says "Sharks are gay and I hate sharks and Im faster than every shark and no shark could catch me and nibble on my knob whilst dismembering my body hint hint." Though I do love that delightful Caroline in the City.

Top ten album titles 2003
10:Wonderbra for the soul
9: God is inflammible... but you're not.
8. Born with a northfacing penis
7. Refreshingly out of stale cheese
6. Requirements re-engineering
5. Your drugs cost too much
4. Remember my smegma
3. Goldfish in a microwave.
2. Leave Goldfish alone
1. Goldfish Krishna Homesick sutra blues.

Refreshingly blogged down. Procrastination starting to show up. But I guess that's ok.