Dubya tea eff.
Nov. 15th, 2008 01:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
luchiaI opened up a word document, intending to try and start on my bit o' AO!, and instead randomly typed for a couple minutes. What do I get?
Explaining yourself out of sniffing someone’s underwear isn’t an easy thing to do. For one, it’s undeniably creepy. Even sniffing your spouse’s underwear is a bit iffy (unless they're into that), and while it borders on understandable if your child is a lying crack addict, it still remains a very, very wrong thing. There are many things in the world people shouldn’t sniff, including and not limited to glue and toxins, but another man’s underwear is rather high on the list.
Another reason it’s particularly difficult to explain yourself out of sniffing someone's underwear, particularly the someone who has caught you, is that no good excuse can be used more than once, and considering this was the third time he’d been caught with a pair of boxers to his nose there really wasn’t a plausible excuse this time around. If one did exist, it would be the eighth wonder of the world, or possibly the seventh after replacing the pyramids in a fit of awe-inspiring superiority by its birth alone. It'd be a bit like Jesus but bigger and far more clever than a baby in a manger, although dirty could be a bit of a toss-up considering how goopy births normally were and that straw tended to stick to things.
I don't even have pain medication to blame for this.
Also, I tried to get ANY other messenger-ing program besides AIM on the pet, but apparently Puppy likes to reel back, shriek "NAY, VILE WOMAN!" and give me error messages with pretty sounds.
Explaining yourself out of sniffing someone’s underwear isn’t an easy thing to do. For one, it’s undeniably creepy. Even sniffing your spouse’s underwear is a bit iffy (unless they're into that), and while it borders on understandable if your child is a lying crack addict, it still remains a very, very wrong thing. There are many things in the world people shouldn’t sniff, including and not limited to glue and toxins, but another man’s underwear is rather high on the list.
Another reason it’s particularly difficult to explain yourself out of sniffing someone's underwear, particularly the someone who has caught you, is that no good excuse can be used more than once, and considering this was the third time he’d been caught with a pair of boxers to his nose there really wasn’t a plausible excuse this time around. If one did exist, it would be the eighth wonder of the world, or possibly the seventh after replacing the pyramids in a fit of awe-inspiring superiority by its birth alone. It'd be a bit like Jesus but bigger and far more clever than a baby in a manger, although dirty could be a bit of a toss-up considering how goopy births normally were and that straw tended to stick to things.
I don't even have pain medication to blame for this.
Also, I tried to get ANY other messenger-ing program besides AIM on the pet, but apparently Puppy likes to reel back, shriek "NAY, VILE WOMAN!" and give me error messages with pretty sounds.
