Tuesday, July 28, 2009
This just seems like kinda giving up on life to me. I can imagine it now. The day comes when you just can't take anymore of the harassment and agree to get married. You move in together and down come your FHM wall calendars, replaced by pictures of unicorns or whatever girls like. You come home early from work in time to watch the game but no, she's got her friends round to watch Ellen DeGeneres out-takes. Just as you think things can't get any worse your Froot Loops are replaced by Cheerios. the last little bit of color in your life, substituted by mediocrity. The love heart bowl is almost enough to make me saw off my arms. There's no putting a ring on when you have nubs for arms.