July 15th, 2006

I mean, God’s balls, it shouldn’t require an hour of fucking negotiation to get someone to put two fucking pieces of broccoli, the size of yer goddamn thumbnail, in their fucking mouth, fucking chew, and fucking swallow. Big Monkey, Helpy Chalk: Jesus Fucking Christ, How Goddamn Hard Can It Be to Eat a Piece of Fucking Broccoli?!  

That’s all — just wanted to promote my neologism. Paperwight’s Fair Shot: Promoting My Neologism  

I guess I’ll always have butter. A Gentleman’s C: Why can’t I eat my favorite foods?  

Yea, verily! A pox upon shameless merchants of shellfish! You shall perish in the flames and lemon juice will be poured upon your open wounds! Ironic1: Maynard, put away that melted butter, you heathen!