ooo la la

yes, those are the immortal words of craig ferguson (I wonder if he twitters)...

and in the strangeness of being me in my imagination (as some people tend to do with so many wants and needs and feelings and things like love and imaginary friends and such, i find myself actually missing craig on the nights he is not on the tv as if he is a friend who really gets me as if he could possibly know and understand me as if we've ever even met and communicated (perhaps i should send him an email, snarf)...

but the true test of friendship comes when the limits of the perverse (what?) are found and the closer the limits of two might be, the closer the two minds (and hearts and the rest) can become... as harry said...

and so i dream a base will join me
and fill the bottom in...

goo

no really, i was not looking for porn

well ok then, there i was waiting for a moment of non-suckage from att so i could google map where i am going tomorrow (should have done it from work where i have a printer, aye?) when i found myself on my twitter page that i never use to see who is following me (anybody's guess why) and i click on a link in the first twitter from the first follower and i find myself here looking at local amateur porn pictures and i am reminded how most human bodies are rather repulsive (disgusting, really) to my libido/psyche (no wonder i'm alone, no doubt) and somewhere along the way i find a japanese school girl who probably would have waggled my wiggle had att not sucked so much that streaming is rare here, but hey, who needs porn for fantasies when sex is mostly in the mind anyway...

no really, i wasn't looking for porn and didn't watch the whole thing...

maybe later lam lol la la la...

meanwhile, i wonder if masturbating before the big game give me weak legs?...

bullsugar! :)