Bad Words.
My mom chided me for saying the phrase "f-ing dipshits." And in front of my mom I really did say "f-ing."
She said I sound like a sailor (who doesn't want to sound like a seaman?)
That I sound classless ( sacre bleu not moi?!)
That I should be more clever with my words not subsiding on brash phrases to represent my feelings.
Well I am cockapert. No I'm not an expert of cockatoos. I know what you were thinking. I'm just a smart-aleck. Which they mean the same thing.
In my free time I love looking at 12 inch dik-diks! Sometimes they are bigger, but that doesn't mean better. Google it though, those little African antelopes are very cute.
My sister carries around an old fuksheet. She takes that fuksheet everywhere. Who knew old sail boat sails made cute purses?
Walking by a field today I saw a man alone jaculate his long spear if you know what I mean. He had various javelins (that's the word!) that he was throwing around.
One time a lobcock landed right on my face. I turned around to see the idiot drunk man who had fallen on my head.
In Germany I ate a cake made with dickmilch, it was so creamy, but I remembered I was lactose intolerant so I should have avoided buttermilk.
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be covered in pissa? I have. I imagine its very hot and steamy. Tarring as it is better known would have been a harsh punishment back in the day.
I remember in school trying to help my friend get the sexangle correct. Nothing was working. Poor thing was exasperated and I wasn't having fun either. Geometry can be difficult when you aren't good at drawing straight lines.
I flew to Sweden for a very specific kock. A world renowned kock. I wonder if that is where the world cook came from? Either way this chef was fantastic.
Do you think aholehole tastes good? I bet its fishy. Because its a fish after all.
My boyfriend had quite a dream last night. He woke up with piloerection. After a good mastication he felt better, though I'm not sure how chewing made his goosebumps go away.
When I was walking throught the red light district at all the women in the windows I saw the biggest klit I have ever seen! I'm not sure where the woman got that picture of a sand dune quite so large but it defied physics.
So to slutsplurt this up (Swedish for finish) I suppose I could clean up my mouth a bit so I don't sound so crotchety. But where to fecking start?
She said I sound like a sailor (who doesn't want to sound like a seaman?)
That I sound classless ( sacre bleu not moi?!)
That I should be more clever with my words not subsiding on brash phrases to represent my feelings.
Well I am cockapert. No I'm not an expert of cockatoos. I know what you were thinking. I'm just a smart-aleck. Which they mean the same thing.
In my free time I love looking at 12 inch dik-diks! Sometimes they are bigger, but that doesn't mean better. Google it though, those little African antelopes are very cute.
My sister carries around an old fuksheet. She takes that fuksheet everywhere. Who knew old sail boat sails made cute purses?
Walking by a field today I saw a man alone jaculate his long spear if you know what I mean. He had various javelins (that's the word!) that he was throwing around.
One time a lobcock landed right on my face. I turned around to see the idiot drunk man who had fallen on my head.
In Germany I ate a cake made with dickmilch, it was so creamy, but I remembered I was lactose intolerant so I should have avoided buttermilk.
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be covered in pissa? I have. I imagine its very hot and steamy. Tarring as it is better known would have been a harsh punishment back in the day.
I remember in school trying to help my friend get the sexangle correct. Nothing was working. Poor thing was exasperated and I wasn't having fun either. Geometry can be difficult when you aren't good at drawing straight lines.
I flew to Sweden for a very specific kock. A world renowned kock. I wonder if that is where the world cook came from? Either way this chef was fantastic.
Do you think aholehole tastes good? I bet its fishy. Because its a fish after all.
My boyfriend had quite a dream last night. He woke up with piloerection. After a good mastication he felt better, though I'm not sure how chewing made his goosebumps go away.
When I was walking throught the red light district at all the women in the windows I saw the biggest klit I have ever seen! I'm not sure where the woman got that picture of a sand dune quite so large but it defied physics.
So to slutsplurt this up (Swedish for finish) I suppose I could clean up my mouth a bit so I don't sound so crotchety. But where to fecking start?
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