That has nothing to do with this blogsby. I've just been reading a lot of AV Club, and there's an advertisement for his new Comedy Central show on the site, and I keep staring at his eyes. SO PRETTY. Plus, balding and beardy. 3 STRIKES AND YOU'RE OUT! Or something. I don't know what I'm saying... his eyes distracted me. Man, I'm sad I missed out on the last few episodes of the second season of Archer. I miss that show. I saw the first season on sale at Target for only, like, 10 dollars, but I don't even HAVE that much money. BITCH BE POOR. That's me... I'm the bitch. Someone buy me the first season of Archer!
Anyway. This blogsby has no purpose, so feel free to click away now.
I find it odd that on South Park, Cartman is obsessed with little boys putting their mouths on his cock and/or balls, but in the Jonas Brothers episode, he finds the idea of a girl doing the same thing disgusting. I REALLY hope that this resolves itself in their final season as Cartman being gay. (NOTE: I haven't seen any of the last season. I'M A BAD PERSON. Except that it's a fucking TV show, so I'm not REALLY a bad person. So... fuck you for saying that.) None of this is interesting. My life is not interesting right now. Thus, again, I'll encourage you to click away now.
The word "fingerbang" should be used more. Like, when a movie needs to overdub "fuck" for TV purposes, "fingerbang" should be the go-to word. Or when you did a good job at a task, you could say, "I totally just fingerbanged this blogsby." Well, not this blogsby. But one of my other ones. Like the one about NFL theme songs! That was a good one, although you non-sports lovers probably hated it. Oh GOD, now I'm talking about my previous blogsbies. This is super lame. I should stop... BUT I'M SO FUCKING BORED. Apparently, that means I'll entertain myself by typing random shit. FINGERBANG.
BANGERFING... that makes me think of someone barfing while banging someone. GROSS. And sexy. Grossexy. Worbinations!
[I had a paragraph here about all of the injuries I've piled up since doing the FringeNYC play. It was boring. Suffice it to say, Earlier in the process, I hurt my hip and rolled my ankle, and yesterday I got blisters on my hands because we played on the monkey bars. I'M OLD.]
[And then I watched 5 episodes of South Park back-to-back and forgot I was blogging. You'd think I'd give up on this blogsby, but I ain't no quitter. FUCK THAT.]
A while back I was talking to my friend Mandy (I forgot how to do link things, but here's one of her bloggy things: http://operawife.tumblr.com/) and I were talking about "internet personas." Apparently, even if people know you in real life, they perceive your online persona as removed from who you actually are. I mean, I guess I'm a lot more pessimistic on the internet than I am in real life, but that's because I am usually more funny when I'm angry/annoyed/negative in some way. It's SUPER fucking boring to read someone's Facebook/Twitter/Whatthefuckever when they're all puppies and rainbows and pretty bright lights or some shit. Anyway, not everyone feels this way, and that's fine (I GUESS), but my point is that if you KNOW someone FOR REALSIES, you should understand them enough to not give a shit if their online persona isn't as pleasant as you might like. Just don't follow them, or hide their Facebook statuses, or WHATEVER the FUCK makes you stop being a DOUCHEBOTTLE. Seriously. Also, if you don't know someone that well in real life, and you follow/friend them, then it's your own damn fault if you get offended/put off by something they post on the internet. Uch. People are the WORST. (This paragraph is brought to you by the slashy symbol.)
Okay, so... cauliflower. WHY DOES IT EXIST? (That just made me think of ICP and that stupid song... "Fucking magnets: how do they work?" or whatever that line is. AMAZEGREAT. Here's the video if you've never seen it [AND YOU SHOULD FUCKING SEE IT]: http://youtu.be/_-agl0pOQfs. Also, there's a SNL parody of it, which is pretty funny, but less funny than the original video, but only because the original video isn't TRYING to be funny.) Seriously. My aunt always has cauliflower, someone posted something about eating grilled cauliflower or something that sounded fancy except that it was FUCKING CAULIFLOWER, and... I just don't get it. I understand that I like broccoli, and perhaps there are people who think that broccoli smells like farts, but... DUDE. Cauliflower ACTUALLY smells like farts. It's actively trying to make you think, "Holy shit, my food is farting on me." I don't care if you put some curry on it (and whatever, I'm racist, but curry is also in the fart family of food [ALLITERATION BITCHES]), or add some super-fancy spice on it... it's fucking cauliflower. DISGUSTING. Who eats it? Why do people eat it? I DON'T UNDERSTAND. Fuck cauliflower.
So I had to look up that ICP video in order to link it, and I let it play out on mute in a separate tab. When I clicked back over to "X" out of the tab, one of the related links was a clip where apparently ICP was interviewed on the O'Reilly Factor. It took everything in me not to click on it. I talked myself out of it because I knew that I would never respect myself again if I watched it. And after masturbating that one time while watching babies vomit on themselves... let's just say I know something about never respecting myself again.
My boob is hanging out of my sleep shirt. This is not as hot as you think it is. Stay in my shirt, boob! I don't appreciate your judgemental glare. Maybe I should stop being a lazy bitch by showering and putting on real clothes. But real clothes are LAME. Fuck you, real clothes!
I don't find vomit to be funny. I'm all about "dude" humor, but vomit... doesn't do it for me. I don't understand what it is about excessive vomit that makes people laugh. DO PEOPLE LAUGH?! I need to know, because I just don't get it. Why, with all the vomit? Maybe I'm the weird one for not thinking it's funny... it just makes me feel sick when I see a lot of it. Someone, please help me out and explain why vomit is hilarious. I'm losing points with my dude friends because I hate vomit. I CAN'T LOSE MY DUDE FRIEND POINTS. Then I'm just a normal girl, which means I'd have to reevaluate my life, and I'd go into a downward spiral if I started doing that. Vomit = existential crisis. This shit just got deep. (NOTE: After proofreading my blogsby, I see that I made a vomit joke earlier. So now I'm a hypocrite. See? EXISTENTIAL CRISIS.)
Someone needs to give me something to do during the day, so that I don't write rambling shit like this.
