Thirty-FIVE people couldn't count on Two Hands the awful things...

I'm going to post this. Then I am going to freakin build a bridge and get over it. Agreed?
Just for clarification I am "me" and "you." Got it? Good...    Cannoli!  Hmmk. We crack us up. MOVING ON-!

Edit: whatever time this is: I think I'm gonna reenact the first scene of Bridget Jones' Diary and post it on here. I would do that right now, but my camera battery is dead and the lost charger is one of those 35 hands because it is causing me to have 3 AM anxiety at 1 AM, which pretty much is really annoying and causal of Charlie's horses.

True story.

Actual post coming soon. Hopefully.

This Is My Life

I am the dickhead. I just frag up situations. Contrary to my what I suppose most people would I assume, I don't look at this as having anything to do with a penis. Just being stupid and messing things up. Sans penis but WTIH plenty of profanity.




I'll try and stop.
Details about my depressingly annoyingly whiny existence coming soon.

short films make the inevitable fatigue I will feel tomorrow TOTALLY worth it