Morning Wood or some such thing

this is the third time i am writing the same thing. and thats why i aint even bothering to type in the caps. i apologize. its not me, its just this new website i've been conned into blogging in. just cuz some pretty damsel looks like she's had a bad hair (wow! you guys have hair, what are you complaining about!) day, i was suckered into joining. i hate being suckered. and i hate being woken up by uncles at 6 in the morning. which is precisely what happened today. i wanted to swat him with a sledgehammer, but not before i tied him up and hung him upside down by his balls. that would have certainly meant that he wouldnt need a vasectomy. but thats another story. so i hurled some well-contructed expletives at him. he didnt take it well i think. there was a strange squeak/grunt on the other side, and he sorta slammed the phone down. poor phone. i wonder if phones can think. i wonder my phone thinks about me. i wonder if phones can think about me. i mean, yes, for sure, phones can think. why else do you think you get bills ? but do phones think about what i say to them, all those kinky conversations with bella. hmmm... i wonder!

so i've been suckered into sharing the same blog space with the illustrious kakes, and another1. who is another1 anyway? is it a he or a she? is it a baboon, a raccoon or a maybe, wow, an earthworm! i've always been intrigued by earthworms. in my deepest darkest fantasies i want to be an earthworm. i mean, imaing being able to look at yourself in the mirror and not have to pay 3.95$ per hour. earthworms are lucky creatures, i dont think they realise it. i wonder if earthworms get turned on by themselves. i guess not, they dont have mirrors. but i wanna try this sometime. show an earthworm a mirror and see if they get an overdose of em hormones. okay, enough already, i can see you screeching! i'll be back hunnybunnies.