So this is like, the first time I've updated in quite a while. I'm not sure how long because that would involve me pressing "back" and losing all of the "So this is like, the first time I've updated in quite a while. I'm not sure how long because that would involve me pressing "back" and losing all of the" I just typed. The layout has changed, and I'm sure that people have left Xanga for greener pastures...of mold. Moldy pastures. Moldy, stinky, festering pastures that make the birds and the bees want to procreate by shoving wads of tissue into their noses. Chipmunks have evolved into flying robots called Chipbots because they're afraid of putting their tiny feet into the sludge. I thought I would revive my postings on this glorious site where life began. For my Xanga. Er, some entries began here. In the bathroom. People eat in bathrooms. They talk on the phone in bathrooms. Sometimes, if the situation springs upon them, they even give birth in bathrooms. Bathrooms are the tiled havens of our generation. Today, after I finished draining the lizard into the toilet, I looked at the airfreshenerthingy. It's called "First Impression." Let me repeat that. "First Impression." This could imply many things: 1. People piss/crap/vomit/have babies in bathrooms so infrequently that each machine only squirts out that pungent cinammon smell ONCE in their lifetimes. 2. We all have amnesia. 3. We all have amnesia. 4. We all have amnesia. Where are my dentures? 5. The machine has amnesia and it always thinks it's making a first impression. 6. People are actually waiting in front of those things until the machine pisses on their Polos so they can make a good "first impression" on their date. Cheapest cologne because it's free. Dialogue: The machine: "Oh. My. Gosh. There's a person at the urinal. I'm so excited. I don't know what to do. If I had an anus I would shit myself." The dude: *Pissing* The machine: "Howcanananan...I'm so nervous I'm stuttering! How can I make a good first impression? I have no flowers to give him, no money, no puppies, no pickle sandwiches...." The dude: "I'm pissing...hmmm." The machine: "I KNOW. I'll squirt my man juices in his general area and he will be attracted to me." *Squirtttttttttttttttttttttt* The dude: "Fuck...FUCK...motherFUCK...I was just sprayed in the eye! Is that cinammon...FUCK!" The machine: "I think he likes me! I will squirt again! The dude: "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKCKCKCKCKKCK. It's like smelly mace! End of story. Moral: Never piss in a urinal. ALWAYS SIT DOWN ON THE TOILET. |