Obviate
I have to admit that I was strangely dismayed and irked when I read this morning that a full frontal nude clip of Colin Farrell in some upcoming movie has ended up on the cutting room floor. Those motherfuckers! I have no shame in saying that I feel entitled to see Colin Farrell's uncircumcised penis.
In other news, I've completely resolved this little situation which has been a boiling pot for a few months now. This married man has been all up in my grill, and I didn't know what to do because everyone wants to make me the center of some preposterous psuedo-moral dilemma. So, I had him over, made him get naked, gave him half a handjob and suddenly realized that I was over it, and that all his claims of wanting to be my sugar daddy just totally grossed me out. He may not know it yet, but LOVE DON'T LIVE HERE ANYMORE.
As of last night, I'm obsessed with Champions of Norrath on PS2. I can't wait to get off work and go home and play under my fully arctic air conditioner with a glass of coke, and not a care in the world. Everyone else is flirting, or going to see Madonna, so what's a boy to do? I'm not feeling Esther Ciccione, but I have to say that in the midst of Courtney Love's concert cancellation, and the Lollapalooza bust, that even though she has apparently lost her mind to Kabballah, at least the bitch still PUTS OUT!
I thought of luring Courtney to the concert arena with a trail of pills (with a Perc-A-Pop at the end) like some fucked up version of Hansel and Gretel, but I realized that she probably already lives in a metaphorical gingerbread house. Is that enough Non Sequiters for you?
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