That bad word Friday – Strawberry Shortcake

Ordinarily the two words “strawberry shortcake” make you think of something yummy and delicious.

Well, I’m about to shatter that. From this day forth you will only imagine this grossness – much like I did with a Beef Bazooka, Jam Sandwich and the Milkshake. So what is our definition of a Strawberry Shortcake?

What happens is, a dude will cum on his…partner’s face (yeah, partner, I don’t give a crap if you’re straight or gay and doing this)…and then the dude will punch his partner’s nose. The nose punch will cause blood to stream forth like a river if done correctly. The semen already on the face and the blood will then mix together and create a beautiful image of red and white – just like the icing and filling of a strawberry shortcake.

That’s just so sexy.

Otherwise my life is great thanks for asking. I’ve gotten hold of Mary Jane again to make my life a little bit less stressful. She irons out all those kinks in my life and eases the tension. It’s fabulous. We all have our ways of coping and I decided a long time ago that I would rather be friends with Mary Jane than hook up with Peter Prozac and his friends since they’ll just make me devoid of any emotion and effectively turn me into a zombie. Judge me all you want but it works for me. Plus, I only speak to her like once a week, I’m not obsessive and clingy about our friendship or anything. That’d be ghei.

Also, you guys asked for a few things to be answered by the 8 ball. Well…

Someone, I won’t say who, borrowed it…and dropped it…and broke it. So until someone *cough* the boss man *cough* finds me another one, you guys are shit out of luck. Maybe you should eat a strawberry shortcake to ease your pain

Again, I’m back to making promises about blogging. I still haven’t sorted out my hosting. I still don’t find time to bitch about the world and write it here. I’m still being useless. But come on, I’m getting better, there were like 4 posts last week…or 3…or at least 2, I know I did at least 2.