Parapsychology of Mammarys

Can nipples be psychic? A recent study says yes! A recent study conducted by me. I was talking to my girlfriend, and she said she had to go to bed. So I decided to pull out the nipples to figure out whether she was really going to bed or not. I pulled it out, gave it a squeeze, and a small breath so it became hard. I waved it around.... and it came back with her thoughts! Garbled, of course.

My nipples told me that she was thinking 'bongongwankluk', which roughly translates to 'Bong Gong wank kluk'. The experts are 60% sure that 100% of evidence this inconclusively points in the general direction of the suggestion that she might not actually go to bed.

Another study will be conducted within the next few days... can female nipples lead to a breakthrough in translating what the male nipple receives? Tune in later, after I find some nipples!

10 hilarious questions

10 Hilarious questions (not ordered)

1. Who the hell took my fucking nacho's?
2. Can you go up there and tell them, 'Frank want's his fucking hotwings!' please?
3. What, how the hell did that get in your ass?
4. What, how the hell did that get out of your ass?
5. Stoned: 'Wait... What?'
6. ...Is that all of it?
7. Is it in?
8. WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT DID YOU DO WITH MY MOTHER FUCKING NACHO'S?!
9. Does anybody else tingle when they pee?
10. Aren't Rhino's mythical?

Another one? What?

A poem that rhymes..


Seeing things,
that cannot be,
a sure warning sign
of insanity.

A look in the mirror,
a sight of horrors,
unimaginable,
sinking despite the moores.

Can't stop now, it's almost finished,
they're taking me away, too soon.
My body is being numbed,
Out cold; before noon.

Brutally awakened by cold,
the dampness of a windowless room,
But not alone...
Sanity is the mark of loneliness.

Para-who-ah?

Don't ask me why,
I was born this way.
Don't bother with your condolences.
A loss is a loss.
No matter what you do, or say,
it's not going to change anything.
Not going to make me feel any better.
I could pretend for your own sake and satisfaction.
But that would be a twisting of the truth,
a dilution of the absolute.
A loss is a loss,
and no reason to give up.
but it leaves us with no reason to go on.
Paradoxical?
Crying get's me no where.
Mourning helps.
But it's myself that can help myself.
Floating in a reservoir of misery,
I can fumble until I find the drain,
the tap,
the spout.
Funny how 3 different words can put three different types of moods in your head so easily...
Funny, or confusing?
Confusing.
Much like trying to find the damn plug.
Did I mention that it's dark and slimy?
With little sharks swimming around nipping on exposed skin.
Fucking reservoir.