STEAM is furiously rubbing its clitoris and spraying its juices everywhere. While I wait, my fiance is happily reading me Audrey Hepburn facts.

Why do kids generally smell like poop? Its like instead of pores they have tiny assholes that secrete tiny amounts of fecal matter. Speaking of shit, I have a drawing for you.

My dog is a mini-fox cross chiwawa (sp?). So I've been told, especially vets, they're the type of person to ask if you need to know something about a dog. Never ask someone purely on the basis that they themselves own a dog therefore must know what kind of dog it is unless your trying to maintain an awkward conversation.
you know:
me: So, hows your mother doing?
her: she died, flung herself into the tract of an oncoming fleet of Bentleys. *starts crying* they..were her passion.
me: Your dog, what type of breed is it?
If people ask me what type of dog I own, I tell them its a hyena.
No shit drawings today, because? No reason.

Blog dump.

Sad news for you all. andrew has ditched his blogs. Nevermind.

The really creepy thing about this photo? Look at that smile on her face, thats the smile of a very very sattisfied woman. Sexy sexy time.

The zoo, wonderful place to bring the kids. On a different note, I've been playing some star wars game, even though I hate star wars, the game is fun, its star wars, something something. I don't know. I'm in a bad mood. fuck you.

seeeeeexy time.

There actually Vietnamese people. I figured that's what he'd be saying.

HAHA. That was a day well spent. I was looking at the picture below, and I really really want to know where the guys (who's in the circle) hand is going?

Andrew hasn't updated lately, so the only thing I can conclude is that he is dead. Finally, having full blown aids has taken its toll. Rest In Peace Andrew, rest in peace. Kidding though, Andrew doesnt have aids. Unless he does and he hasn't told me and is secretly my friend to give me aids. aids aids aids aids aids aids.
Whats on today's agenda? I'm going to go look at a work car, something in the form of a Ute. Because all work people have Utes, because they can hold stuff in the tray (That's worker talk for the back of the Ute where all the tools go for working).

*Andrew does say 'peace out' in real life. He says it all the time. Its something he says to prostitutes after he's had his way with them. He laughs and says 'peace out' then punches them in their faces.

*Andrew doesnt say 'peace out' I was kidding. He also doesnt hire prostitutes for gratification either. Or, does he? It would explain the aids.

Michelle wasn't kidding about my doodles. Check this shit out.

why am I fucking this monstrosity?

Andrew has a cat called sprinkles and it sheds it fur like there's no fucking tomorrow, you think its likes you and its being affectionate when it jumps on your lap, so you pat it and it purrs a little bit, but then it hops off, and you've got a fucking toupee stuck to your lap.
Then again I did swing this cat around by its hind legs and tried to get it to smoke a cigarette. Karma does exist.
I bought a dog a few months ago, because, well I could. My fiance' has a dog so I just figured it was my god given right to even things out. Sooooo, a few hundred dollars later and numerous vet visits I have a untrained, leg humping and carpet pissing dog. He's not a dumb dog, so when he does something he does it just to spite me.
I figured out a lot of things concerning nintendogs and an actual living, breathing, shitting animal, I had huge plans to make labelled diagrams on how nintendogs differs from real dogs and all that, but, see, when I plan something in my head I don't realise how much effort I'm going to have to put into it.
Maybe tomorrow. Seeya.

Andrew's been busy playing digital red rocket. Go check it out. http://lickmynintendogs.blogspot.com

To show my eagerness for calamity, I'll start off this blog with a post of horrific terribleness.

It happened like any other story, I was cutting a banana when something gave way, I'm not sure what, probably my concentration but anyway I sliced a decent amount of flesh out of my finger. The pain wasn't worrying me, it was the amount of blood pouring out of my finger, Its funny because I was just going to wrap it in tissues and walk away.
I went to the doctors and put in three stitches, before he started he gave out a pretty big sigh, like he was bored or something. I could have gone for some excitement, I mean, its just my finger, an extremity I use quite frequently. No machines or noises like on the medical shows, nothing. Just him and the nurse getting bored over a huge hunk of skin hanging off of my finger.
So now its wrapped up pretty good, I need to get the stitches taken out in ten days. I think I'll go back in twenty just to fuck up my finger to give him a challenge. Lets see if he's bored then.