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sexualman123

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I am the carpenter.

That’s what Lennon should have written. He didn’t, he wrote I am the walrus.
In addition I can disprove solipsism right now: If I am in-fact the origin of all existence, then even my unconscious would be receiving a blowjob…. I am not, therefore it is a stupid philosophy and my former professor wasted my limited fucking time on this earth, introducing it.

I am obviously drinking…. This will not end well for any of you. However, know that I shall in-fact be paying penance tomorrow by way of an unduly larger hangover. Which I shall resolutely endure, in order to once again earn your trust.

Here is what I am looking for.
Someone that will actually haunt my dreams. Especially the one with talking rug, I really hate that one.
Someone who will do absolutely everything I say, no matter how ridiculous it is.
Argue various points of political philosophy while distracting me by preforming a striptease.

If a carpenter is someone that makes shit out of wood and then sells it. I am, as of pre-holidays sales, a fucking carpenter. Some of you bought my shit…… and no I am not telling you what it is….. I will just say it was made out of wood,………no not that kind of wood you pervert………and you will now look at all your wood products and think….”what if that asshole from lit made this,………shit,…….Honey, where is the lighter fluid?”

Evidently I am in one of my moods….
 
why... scotchy scotchy scotch......trying to loose that last ten pounds, so no beer for me for a while.....

plus it keeps out the chill.......I mean it has been in the 40's around Austin, I have to fortify with something.....right?
 
Beer has definitely not helped me lose any weight lately.

But damn so much good beer in texas. That would be hard.

I suppose scotch will do.
 
Just stay away from the paint thinner... Or tools that use air.

I know that temptation. Can I hit that piece of lathe from here...

Trust me. Bad idea.

And if your conscious mind wants the blow job; but your sub-conscious says no due to <fill in the blank(s)> - your thesis does not disprove solipsism.

It merely means you are in the center of a fucked up universe. Welcome to string theory...

I prefer to use the fluorescent pink myself.

Masonry string.

G'night and good luck!
 
Beer has definitely not helped me lose any weight lately.

But damn so much good beer in texas. That would be hard.

I suppose scotch will do.

It will, especially when I am not buying....also taxis are awesome.... did you know they will take you anywhere..... and then keep going as long as you pay them!....... that trip to san marcus was hilarious..

why is my wallet so thin
 
Just stay away from the paint thinner... Or tools that use air.

I know that temptation. Can I hit that piece of lathe from here...

Trust me. Bad idea.

And if your conscious mind wants the blow job; but your sub-conscious says no due to <fill in the blank(s)> - your thesis does not disprove solipsism.

It merely means you are in the center of a fucked up universe. Welcome to string theory...

I prefer to use the fluorescent pink myself.

Masonry string.

G'night and good luck!


ohhh the blue chalk line works nicely..... tools are fun... and I can totally hit the table saw from here. that fucking bastard... I still have the scar....

nope my unconscious absolutely wants a blow job... we discussed it earlier. I am all lizard brain right now.

I am the center of a fucked up universe..... which is why it is fucked up, totally my bad. I'll fix it later.
 
Haha. No worries..the next bar takes plastic.

excellent they just raised my limit..... wait, why is the bar in my living room...... and how did I get in my PJ's...... something is amiss.

Proclomation....... tomarrow will not be a cardio day.
 
I am the carpenter.

That’s what Lennon should have written. He didn’t, he wrote I am the walrus.
In addition I can disprove solipsism right now: If I am in-fact the origin of all existence, then even my unconscious would be receiving a blowjob…. I am not, therefore it is a stupid philosophy and my former professor wasted my limited fucking time on this earth, introducing it.

I am obviously drinking…. This will not end well for any of you. However, know that I shall in-fact be paying penance tomorrow by way of an unduly larger hangover. Which I shall resolutely endure, in order to once again earn your trust.

Here is what I am looking for.
Someone that will actually haunt my dreams. Especially the one with talking rug, I really hate that one.
Someone who will do absolutely everything I say, no matter how ridiculous it is.
Argue various points of political philosophy while distracting me by preforming a striptease.

If a carpenter is someone that makes shit out of wood and then sells it. I am, as of pre-holidays sales, a fucking carpenter. Some of you bought my shit…… and no I am not telling you what it is….. I will just say it was made out of wood,………no not that kind of wood you pervert………and you will now look at all your wood products and think….”what if that asshole from lit made this,………shit,…….Honey, where is the lighter fluid?”

Evidently I am in one of my moods….

ya drunk, sir?
 
If cardio means getting out of bed for Tylenol and Gatorade ..close enough.
 
He's strangely well worded (though albeit incoherent) for a drunk. :cool:
 
yes eat your popcorn as my atrocious dexterity mitigates grammatical normality.

also as I went for the next glass I read all the names of the scotch bottles out loud.... I do not speak Scottish, I should take lessons.


are there any Scottish lasses that will help me work on my accent?

Are you a rapper?
 
At least you are entertaining when you are drunk...:)

well my dear lister.... I have found that far too many people are far too serious on lit.....

this should be fun... like skydiving. We all hope that our chute will open, but very few of us realize that on the way down there isn't anything we can do except enjoy the ride.
 
well my dear lister.... I have found that far too many people are far too serious on lit.....

this should be fun... like skydiving. We all hope that our chute will open, but very few of us realize that on the way down there isn't anything we can do except enjoy the ride.

Well I can agree with you on that...
 
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