Tuesday, October 14, 2003
Hi.
So I just got back from lunch. I spent my hour reading a book that my dear friend Rita gave me, entitled Running With Scissors. So far so good. At first I was like “This book is base and lame.” But then I got to page 8 and it was much better. I am so impatient sometimes it’s ridiculous.
My name is Joe.
Anyhow…I hung with Paul last night and we had a GREAT evening together. We had a nice dinner and watched the movie Very Bad Things, one of my absolute favorites. We laughed and laughed together all night long and when we went to bed, I pulled a huge practical joke on him.
(I can’t believe I am going to write about this now)
As we were in our spooning position, ready for bed, I decided to rub my asshole on his leg. I was tickling him in the process so he didn’t realize that my butthole was suctioned to his leg. About 5 minutes later, Paul says “I smell poop”.
I reply: “Maybe you farted.”
Paul: “I didn’t fart and it still smells like poop”.
Me: “You did fart. I heard you.”
Paul: “Joe, I did not fart. I should know if I farted.”
I tell him to go to bed and we curl up again and I suction my asshole to his leg again.”
Paul: “Joe, it REALLY smells like poop”.
Me: (unable to contain my laughter anymore) “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
Paul: “You didn’t.”
Me: “I DID! You poop smelling, motha fucka”.
Paul: “SICK! Joe…you don’t rub assholes on boyfriends”.
Me: “Oh…see I thought that was what boyfriends were SUPPOSED to do.”
Paul: “You are disgusting and now I have to go wash my leg.”
Me: “Snore…go to bed.”
And that’s what he did. He went to bed. I woke up this morning and could smell nothing. So snorseville Paul. There was never poop on your leg.
Or was there…
I have to piss. Annoying.
Let’s play a game…
If you can answer these three questions about my life, I will write a poem about you. You may submit answers via email or via my comments:
Here we go:
1) What is the one thing about men that turns me on the most?
2) My brother is currently living where?
3) The name of my character in the play I just completed is…
(Ari…you are not allowed to play. Rita…neither are you. Kelly…no dice. You three know way too much already, it’s scary. ((of course you know the most Reets))
Alrighty…
Time to go rub my asshole on anyone who will let me.
Peace.
So I just got back from lunch. I spent my hour reading a book that my dear friend Rita gave me, entitled Running With Scissors. So far so good. At first I was like “This book is base and lame.” But then I got to page 8 and it was much better. I am so impatient sometimes it’s ridiculous.
My name is Joe.
Anyhow…I hung with Paul last night and we had a GREAT evening together. We had a nice dinner and watched the movie Very Bad Things, one of my absolute favorites. We laughed and laughed together all night long and when we went to bed, I pulled a huge practical joke on him.
(I can’t believe I am going to write about this now)
As we were in our spooning position, ready for bed, I decided to rub my asshole on his leg. I was tickling him in the process so he didn’t realize that my butthole was suctioned to his leg. About 5 minutes later, Paul says “I smell poop”.
I reply: “Maybe you farted.”
Paul: “I didn’t fart and it still smells like poop”.
Me: “You did fart. I heard you.”
Paul: “Joe, I did not fart. I should know if I farted.”
I tell him to go to bed and we curl up again and I suction my asshole to his leg again.”
Paul: “Joe, it REALLY smells like poop”.
Me: (unable to contain my laughter anymore) “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
Paul: “You didn’t.”
Me: “I DID! You poop smelling, motha fucka”.
Paul: “SICK! Joe…you don’t rub assholes on boyfriends”.
Me: “Oh…see I thought that was what boyfriends were SUPPOSED to do.”
Paul: “You are disgusting and now I have to go wash my leg.”
Me: “Snore…go to bed.”
And that’s what he did. He went to bed. I woke up this morning and could smell nothing. So snorseville Paul. There was never poop on your leg.
Or was there…
I have to piss. Annoying.
Let’s play a game…
If you can answer these three questions about my life, I will write a poem about you. You may submit answers via email or via my comments:
Here we go:
1) What is the one thing about men that turns me on the most?
2) My brother is currently living where?
3) The name of my character in the play I just completed is…
(Ari…you are not allowed to play. Rita…neither are you. Kelly…no dice. You three know way too much already, it’s scary. ((of course you know the most Reets))
Alrighty…
Time to go rub my asshole on anyone who will let me.
Peace.
