I forgot to mention that for the entirety of Thursday, at work, I was wearing my shirt inside-out. I didn't notice and fortunately no one else noticed my mistake. How did I realize my mistake? I felt something weird over my right chest and it was the outline of the shirt pocket.
Cassius's gift has been acquired much to my surprise. When I was checking out Amazon some of the prices were downright egregious going into three figures! I mean, what the fuck? I don't think that this product has been discontinued. Anyway I decided to check out a local business and they had it in stock and held it for me so I could drive down through the freezing fog and drizzle and pick it up.
I hope to get my Christmas shopping done before my birthday.
Right now my teeth feel a bit funny. I am brushing twice a day and using the prescription strength mouthwash that's supposed to be really effective with my particular disease. My hindbrain is screaming and panicking, citing "To Know, To Will, To Dare and TO KEEP FUCKING SILENT WHY THE HELL DID YOU SHOW JAYBIRD AND MARIBOU?" Meh, I was happy and wanted some praise. Plus I do not acknowledge anything which could be ascribed to an alleged divine entity or various definitions of moral equilibrium.
The continuing, unread dream feature which has been a staple of heptapod.org since 1999 might have a new title. The anagrams from the potential title amuse me which makes me lean towards adopting it for heptapod.org. Creamy Onion, My Iron Ocean, Race my Ocean, Inane Cry Moo and Ye Moon Cairn point to the fact that this is made of fuckwin.
If you're any good at anagrams, feel free to puzzle them out and email me with your guess or solution. Maybe I'll get you an actual prize even though it won't cost more than twenty bucks before taxes.
I awoke next to the pierced and tattooed adopted daughter of Usury, Inc.'s company president. She keeps trying to persuade me to give her anal but I can't tarry because I have to see why my sister is in trouble. The door slams in altchick's face as I run down the street to the New Jersey house.
The door's wide open and I go inside finding a M.C. Escher stairway leading up to a catwalk which circles the living room. My sister's up there playing a game on the Playstation I got her so many years ago. While ascending the stairs I notice that I'm going to end up bonking my head but due to its geometrically challenging nature there's a way to reach the top of the stairs and go through a solid wood floor.
Standing across from me on the catwalk is the nude elder daughter of Usury, Inc.'s company president. I thought her tits were big when they were stuffed into a shirt which is laughably two sizes too small but completely unfettered they were enormous and a bit sloppy. I think they reached her waist but I can't remember the specifics. She was talking to me with her patented high-pitched whine, "Why didn't you stick it in altgirl's pooper?" Her hand started diddling somewhere deep in that hairy thatch, "You know I get all hot watching my step-sister get fucked." Now she was starting to sound like a caricature (woo hoo spelled it right the first time) of Jan Brady.
I left Whiney sprawled on the floor and vigorously fingerfucking herself. My sister was only ten years old and greeted me with her "Hi, Big Brother!" She wasn't in any danger at all but I still scooped her up in my arms and began our escape from the house. Whiney wasn't anywhere to be found but when my sister and I reached the ground floor Whiney jumped out of a closet and poked me in the eye.
Bitch.
