I'm spending this evening drinking fine Swedish beer, eating Thai flavored potato chips, and reading a comic book I ordered from Japan, via the U.S. This is a kind of freedom my grandfather could probably never have imagined, even if he hadn't turned slightly senile during his last few years. Or, to put it another way: Gee, my life is completely fucking empty, isn't it?
That's not to piss all over the comic book, though. It's awesome. Here's what it's about: Frank is trying to dig up something in his garden and he asks his pet Pupshaw and the pet's friend Pushpaw to help him, but they run away and frolic and stuff until they are discovered by an elephant god baby or something and apparently transported away from their dimension into other places where they accidentally traumatize children and stuff but eventually they return home and help Frank out. The baby elephant god is something of an asshole. Then again, Pupshaw and Pushpaw are also inconsiderate towards Frank until the very end so I guess everybody can change.
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Tell us about those Pringles.
I wish I were there with you tonight Koala. I would hold you and kiss your sweet lips. I have dreams about taking baths with you. I am so aroused. Call me please. We can have phone sex, just like we did last night.
I love you.
Mathew, I know how you feel about Koala. I too am sexually turned on by him. Last week at his house, he actually let me touch "it" until Uncle Sammy came in and got jealous. In my opinion, Sammy is a better lover, but Koala is cuter.
Don't worry about Koala being alone tonight you guys. I went to his house to keep him company. We cuddled and read anime porn to each other. I will post the pictures tomorrow.
G'nite, hugs and kisses.
This is, like, Brokeback hot.
Infidels.
Yeah, those impersonations are very funny but Matthew is a hard name to spell, apparently.
Maybe we should only allow registered users to comment.
Or maybe I should just quit this stupid blog and be done with it.
I'm gonna sleep with everyone commenting on this Christian blog.
wow - it's a real love fest in here.
I get that way about Swedish beer and Japanese porn too.
Oh, I didn't get that the "anime" part was in reference to the comic I was reading. It wasn't manga, you morons. The book is by an American cartoonist named Jim Woodring, who happens to be published in Japan.
Your life is empty. Get a VD.
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