Love is a many-splendored thing...it's the moon hitting your eye like a big pizza pie...it's never having to say you're sorry...what love ISN'T is blasting water up someone's ass.
Unless you're into that kind of thing, of course. In which case, best of luck to you and your plumbing.
I believe Floyd Gondolli said it best: "I like simple pleasures, like butter in my ass, lollipops in my mouth. That's just me. That's just something that I enjoy." So I guess he preferred butter enemas, and I would assume that whoever serviced him with those loved him very much. I'm going to have to agree with the submitter on this one - I've always imagined that TRUE LOVE is being willing to wipe someone's ass after they've lost both arms, but the enema thing goes one step further.
Listen, I like to fight. Actually I love it. No not the fisticuffs kind of fight. I prefer a war of minds. And yet, somehow it takes too much effort to argue about things that I care about. What to do. Easy, I propose a pointless argument. I set up the premise in the body of the post and you disagree in the comments. We argue to the death. Well, at least argue to the boredom.
Whenever we tire of the bickering, the minds behind the blog will put our giant-brained heads together and declare a winner. What will you win? Nothing. Just the feeling of pride that will eventually lead to your downfall.
Love is a many-splendored thing...it's the moon hitting your eye like a big pizza pie...it's never having to say you're sorry...what love ISN'T is blasting water up someone's ass.
ReplyDeleteUnless you're into that kind of thing, of course. In which case, best of luck to you and your plumbing.
and yet the painful burn of acidic pizza sauce, grease and garlic in your eyes IS love? WTF?
ReplyDeleteI don't know, I think I'd prefer stinging eyes to BLASTING WATER UP SOMEONE'S ASS. But that's just me.
ReplyDeleteI believe Floyd Gondolli said it best: "I like simple pleasures, like butter in my ass, lollipops in my mouth. That's just me. That's just something that I enjoy." So I guess he preferred butter enemas, and I would assume that whoever serviced him with those loved him very much.
ReplyDeleteI'm going to have to agree with the submitter on this one - I've always imagined that TRUE LOVE is being willing to wipe someone's ass after they've lost both arms, but the enema thing goes one step further.
You people are sick. SICK, I say!
ReplyDeleteAlso you are giving me a migraine with your Sibyl-esque handle changes.
Just to clarify:
followthatdog = evilsupergenius
greencorduroyfrog = cannonfodder
the empress = me, the reigning and undisputed Queen of this blog
So go ahead and blast water up each other's asses while I polish my crown...
Well dammit, if I had known followthatdog was the evil genius, I would have totally disagreed!
ReplyDeleteAnd you'd have been wrong. At least this way you are on the winning team.
ReplyDeleteIf "winning" involves blasting water up someone's ass, I'll gladly declare myself the loser here.
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