I Hate Sticks Especially When They Are in Your Backside

Sana

Face off had a dialogue where this woman goes "Sir, how was the operation?"
Johny boy Travolta is like "What operation?"
Super clever but ugly lady retorts "The one that took out the stick up your ass!"
Hehehehehehehe... everyone had a good laugh and went back home believing all the trash they dished out in the brilliant piece of art that helped them get away with a kind of story line for the kind of movies that makes Mithun and Rajnikanth what they are today.
I am never sure of what I say when sentence construction is long and complex like the previous one. But that is what helps me get away with all the trash I dish out too!
Everyone needs to learn the adroit way of releasing stick in arse and letting it fly free just like the birds so it hits a dumb freak standing to get back his boomerang.
Two purposes solved... you refrain from being the waiting for boomerang loser and make the stuck up loser waiting pay for just being! *Die mother f#$%!*$ die*
I must warn you all at this point of time that sleep deprivation is a major cause of Verbal Dairrhea for many.
3 rules for a happy and prosperous life
1.) Scratch your crotch when YOU want to
2.) Fart when there are only two people in the elevator... you and person X. Make the most disgusting face you can get yourself to make at that person. The disgust on your face is directly proportional to the happiness within for making person X wonder.
3.) Write a blog which 3 people read and make them actually fall for the rules that you say you live by.

Thank you. Good night and God bless!

Jun

I think everyone should be Japanese and have names like Kenyo, or Kinjitsushi. Think about it. Immediately people will think of you to be the son of a slain samurai on a mission to avenge his father's death with his katana, and bad breath. Pull your eyelids till you get this slinky chinky look, and talk like there's a rat in your throat screaming out in pain because it can see your stomach where only a few minutes earlier boiled frog legs made their way. You didn't like the way they tasted, but Kawasaki, your sensei, told you that in the year of the snake the legs of a boiled frog saved the world from the coming of the evil Lord Chowmeintsu who terrorised people with faulty consumer durables like Walkmans that used 4 (that's right, FOUR) AA batteries!

And then you feel like the whole world is working against you. But that just maybe because you're wearing your briefs backwards. Does it hurt? The elastic pressing against your privates as if a rabid dog were sinking his teeth into your crotch? Maybe it does. Maybe it doesn't. The reason you feel like a complete dweeb is that you are one. Think about it. Remember that girl you tried to kiss in the bar when you were drunk? Well guess what, she was a he. And you bit his nose. Which is why you woke up the next morning in the hospital with three broken ribs, a shattered pelvis and no money. Hah! And you thought you had a car accident while she was... um... bowling down under.

I think you should sit in a corner now and think. And while you're at it, you might want to turn around those Jockeys.