Black Debbie

Right. Digital vats of urine. That's what life is all about. Because I am beyond the moon. No. I'm bullshitting. Life is all about better shit. And I'm from right here. Except more over there than here. At best, it's there. But it's in my heart. So, it's here. In a way. But not really.
www.pornotube.com is the greatest thing ever to happen to me. If you don't count MILF porn. Which you can. Especially on that site.
I can't believe that stupid bitch stole my idea of driving with a diaper on to save time. I just wanted to do it to further my lazy tendencies. She wanted to try and kidnap someone. All good ideas are destroyed by crazy people.
I would like a girlfriend. Seriously. I want her to be just like me, except I want her to like her job. It would also be beneficial if she didn't have a cock. Personality wise, she needs to be like me. She needs to be pretty, like me. She also needs to be funny.
There is some bullshit going on at work and I don't want to be part of it because I hate ceremonies. I hate formalities. I hate parties. I hate work-related-fun. I like nonwork-related-fun. Like not working. I like not seeing the people I work with for 15 minutes a day after the drive home, after the shower, before I blog and then after when I listen to music as I go to sleep. That's not fun. But at least I'm not at work.
Another thing I am not a big fan of is the lack of attractive women meandering about my apartment.
This whole new plan. Won't work. I hate to be the one to tell ou this. But it won't. Nothing will work. Nothing short of fire and salt. Maybe a lime. I'm sure if we introduced Rum it would be easier. Like how we got rid of the Indians. Feathers not dots. Only with rum. And less land stealing. That would be nice.
When I answer for my sins, you will not be one. I hope I believe it. I pray my belief makes it true. I know it won't. Your brains. That wall. My hand. Not sorry. I laughed. Pretty texture. Strange smell. See you.