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A jack of all asses.

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To be the best Internet jackass I can be and provide customers with unparalleled service in a completely non-sexual way.

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The content of this blog is a celebration of irreverence. Its purpose is to entertain, connect and serve as a forum for my ranting, grumbles and over-sharing. Opinions expressed do not necessarily reflect the opinions of my employer, parents, grandparents, civilized society, most animal species or myself when not menstruating. Quite frankly, they are the product of a deeply disturbed mind. In short, this blog is not for human consumption. If ingested, induce vomiting.

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27 November 09

Aw, shit. I think I may have a big head. The hood of this hoodie is far too small to contain it. Or maybe it's just too small. Oooh. Yep. That. The sleeves are about 5" too short. Nevermind. My head it normal-sized. Carry on. As you were. Average head. Nothing to see here.

gdub:

aimee-b-loved:

rsmallbone:

(via aimee-b-loved)

Whatever you say, Bighead.

UNFOLLOW. Jerkface.

Now I know how Mike felt.

*sad trombone*

Not to be Mr. Toldyaso,

but…I warned you that some day all that book-learnin’ would come back and bite you in the fanny. But it’s okay. Because, like your neck, I will struggle to support your big head.

UNFOLLOW. Other jerkface.

Don’t make fun of my vastly superior knowledge gland. It’s MASSIVE. And, really, for the size of that thing, my neck does a pretty good job of supporting it. I mean, my knowledge gland is about the size of Stephen Hawking’s but his neck just buckles under the weight. I’m calling it a win.

Reblogged: gdub

Posted: 2:06 PM
I am not Bev Bighead.

I am not Bev Bighead.

Posted: 1:53 PM

Reblogged: rsmallbone

Posted: 1:10 PM
Posted: 1:03 PM
WHY AM I HERE?! Nobody else is here. These pants are SO coming off…

WHY AM I HERE?! Nobody else is here. These pants are SO coming off…

Posted: 12:45 PM
Angry banana is angry.

Angry banana is angry.

Posted: 12:34 PM

I AM TIRED AND BLOATED BUT I'M SO EXCITED TO BE GOING TO KANSAS CITY TOMORROW THAT I CAN'T HELP BUT TYPE THIS IN ALL CAPS.

Even though I’ll have to get up at the ass-crack of dawn to be on the road by 8, tomorrow should be a fantastic day. Not only am I going to a KU football game - the last game that my beloved Todd Reesing will ever play as a Jayhawk - with two of my best friends and my little sister, but we’re also going to my grandparents’ house for yet another Thanksgiving dinner. My friends have never met any of my extended family, despite the fact we’ve been friends for 14 years now. I just had to do the math on that, actually. I can’t believe we’ve put up with each other for that damn long. Still, I AM TEH EXCITED!

Also, ROCK, CHALK, JAYHAWK! MUCK FIZZOU!

Also, also, I should fill up my queue so that my tumblarity doesn’t plummet in my absence… SO kidding.

Posted: 12:11 PM
lookitsjoe:

You know I am talking about you.

Yes, YOU.

lookitsjoe:

You know I am talking about you.

Yes, YOU.

Reblogged: lookitsjoe

Posted: 12:10 PM
frageelaytwit:

atsirhc:

So we’re at some feed and seed or somethin’. And WTF is this?

It’s chafing powder - monkey butt is a biker term. Picture the bow-legged way they walk after a long ride, hee.
Just one of many weird things I’ve learned as a writer. And why I love my work.

My mom put some of this in an Easter basket for me a few years ago. Yes, I would’ve been 21 at the time. Yes, my mother still makes Easter baskets for my sister and I. It usually includes something ridiculous like Anti Monkey Butt Powder, a can of SPAM or Spongebob toe socks. Ah, she’s precious. In her own ridiculous way.

frageelaytwit:

atsirhc:

So we’re at some feed and seed or somethin’. And WTF is this?

It’s chafing powder - monkey butt is a biker term. Picture the bow-legged way they walk after a long ride, hee.

Just one of many weird things I’ve learned as a writer. And why I love my work.

My mom put some of this in an Easter basket for me a few years ago. Yes, I would’ve been 21 at the time. Yes, my mother still makes Easter baskets for my sister and I. It usually includes something ridiculous like Anti Monkey Butt Powder, a can of SPAM or Spongebob toe socks. Ah, she’s precious. In her own ridiculous way.

Reblogged: frageelaytwit

26 November 09