YGWM & Friday Eye Candy!
Sep 17, 2009 Friday Eye Candy, Masturbate-able, P.O.E. Biz, Random, Ranteriffic, Suck It!, Thoughts and Perceptions, You've Got Wicked Mail
Happy Friday! Who is excited for the weekend?!
Meeeeeeeeeeeeee too. This week has been a long one. I am ready to chill out for a couple of days. Although Sunday is gonna be busy, only because I promised X that he and his friend could go to the fair. (Notice my excitement.) Don’t get me wrong, I love the fair. I would just love to have it all to myself, instead of having to deal with non attention paying idiots. Yadigg?
Dear 3 Day in a Row Pants Guy,
Really? I have a hard time believing that you are this suave, big baller shot caller guy when you wear the same pants every day. The same grey, wool, too short, too tight pants. Every day. I would like to inform you that you do have an option to get new pants. And for not even that much money either. Shit, for MY OWN SANITY, I will buy you a couple of pairs myself.
I am pretty sure your ballsack hates you for doing that to it every single day. I swear to God if I come in today and you have the same fucking pants on … I am going to say something.
Change your pants. At least alternate every OTHER day. At leas, if you are going to own the Same Pants Guy status, make them black slacks. Not some identifying pants that will get you called out.
K? K.
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Dear FaceBook,
You fucking suck. I dont even know how else to express it. The errors are so beyond aggravating that I kinda want to shoot you in the theoretical fucking face. Gah.
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Dear Baby Jesus,
Help guide the people. Help them learn that I am not the one. Because every time I turn around, the assumption is that I AM ACTUALLY the one. This is false information Baby Jesus. They are not in the know of ones. You are. Show them the way.
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Dear Masturbation Anonymous,
I do NOT have a problem. I am NOT powerless over it. I am definitely NOT in denial. Stop sending me fliers.
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Dear Jehovah Witness Guy,
I would like for you to re-think something for me. Rewind today back to 8:01 am PST when you knocked BANGED on my door like the po-po. Did you see my face? That face is the face of me planning to cut you the next time I see your overly perky face in my face that Jehova Damned early in the morning.
Let me re-iterate me not being the one. And, DO NOT try and leave me fliers on my doorstep after I vehemently told your ass NO when you tried to shove them in my door while I was slamming it in your face.
K?
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Dear Baby Jesus.
The above instance is a FANTASTIC example of me not being the one and you needing to guide him before he ends up on YOUR doorstep at 8:03 AM PST.
Just saying.
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Since I know that really, the hot pieces of ass are the only reason why you click on this blog every Friday … I promise that THIS blog will at least happen every week.
So, I love this man. His music. His style. His personality. His tattoos. He isn’t the buffest most whatever, but he is that kind of sexy that is all inclusive.
Pharrellllllll baby. Give me some of that. 
Tags: eye candy, jehovas witness, mail, masturbate, pay attention, pharrell williams, sweet baby jesus, TGIF. fashion
