After months of internet-free frustration, I am jizzing wirelessly, y'all! An EXTREME wireless connection courtesy of my new Airport Extreme! Sleek, white, and covered in jizz. I wonder what the neighbors will think when they come across our wireless network which Jared has named "Base Station of Sex" . . . They'll probably just wish they knew the password!
This video amazes me to the point of jizz. I found it on this blog while reading the story of the jizz kitten, Token, on the cover of the Ladybug Transistor record. A bizarre jizz for your hump day!
i love it when bands come to town and we get to hang out and eat at our favorite places! jizz on me if spott's house isn't the perfect setting for the cuteness overload of a photoshoot with the ladybug transistor! unf unf jizzz.
side jizz: red beards
Goodbye, Gilmore Girls! We jizzed and cried with you for 7 yrs. We celebrated Kirk & even Taylor. We lamented the transformation of Rory to (Adulterous) Whore-y. Now, alas, what will replace this gaping, jizz-less hole in our Tuesday night TV schedule?!
oh athens, you will always hold a special place in my heart. whether it be down at the old lumber yard getting ideas for interior design and home restoration, hearing girls throw up at the 40 watt, or stuffing my face at 5 star day.. i know that my trips will always include 1 thing: dark meat. take that to mean whatever you want.
a taste of the scene (where are all the clips of my favorite restaurants?):
Kronic and I felt that we didn't need to write a wordy list of reasons why this movie reeked so terribly. Instead we have two phrases to describe what went wrong.
Evil Bangs.
Dance Sequence.
Badly done. No jizz for you!
I sing a song of Alka Seltzer. With one taste of your jizzy fizz, my wartorn stomach is soothed . . . my headache is assuaged . . . my body is again ready to take the fried apps and jaeger bombs I force upon it as often as possible. Available next to the Combos at your nearest Quickie Mart - coincidence? I think not.
Alright, so this may seem incredibly sophomoric and frat boyish....but what's better than a big plastic glass full of frothy, bubbly love?
So we came back to Coochie Coochies apartment last night, only to find her neighbors were having a b-day party with a huuuge keg. I immediately started spotting and needed to cool myself down by pouring some ice cold liquid right into my gullet and down my throat. Nothing beats pumping on that handle until ounces and ounces of foamy jizz goodness comes skeetin' into your cup.
I'm suddenly embarassed with the amount of jizz I created over a simple barrel of barley pop but goddamit I love America!
I'd also like to extend a jizz hug to my two favourite mouths from the south, the ladies who jizz like I never could pray to do. I hear they were tangoing with our love/hate friend the Wild Turkey (whom one could argue is deserved of a jizz salute himself).
With that, my inner frat boy demons have been exercised.
Love, hugs, and jizz forever
xoxo
Noodle D
mmmm. nocciola (hazelnut), stracciatella (vanilla with chocolate), or caffe - MMMMMMM. scoop me up some of that! an ice cold, italian jizz right into my mouth, by way of one of those funny looking spoons:
