cotton candy. juice. bugs. robots. chickens. my leg. my other leg isn't so bad but not as nice. queso. sticking it to people. books. games. mosaics. the boy. that animal over there--yes, that one right there. corn puddin'. sleeping. that's enough.
people who will let me get my requisite 10 hours of sleep a night. anyone who can talk about more than just music and being in a band (a jab, a slight one, a light one, wink wink). people who like playing games, even games that you have to think about and can really fuck up when drunk. i'm a sore loser, but i still want to play some games.
check out this band that totally fucking rocks hardcore. they are some guys called the normans , and the singer is so very dreamy. i wish to like have a million of his babies--oh, wait, i mean i want to have our own paramilitary made up of monkeys with him; or, at least have him in my pants (this is my way of saying i'm sorry for the teeny tiny jab i gave him in paragraph 1).
hey, your band sucks. don't look at me like that. you know you've been waiting for someone to be honest with you, and i have no problem with that. your band still sucks. no, i really did listen, and i really do think it sucks. hey, don't be like that. i'm sure it isn't your fault. blame the drummer or the guitarist if that helps. hire some robots. i'm sure i'd like your band better if everyone was replaced by robots. yes, i mean you too. i know what i said about the drummer and guitarist, but i was really just making fun of you in ways that you could not see because you are stupid. robots are way better than you. it's a fact.
why would anyone care what movies i like? i can tell you that i hated life is beautiful more than i've hated any movie since forrest gump. in fact, i think it is forrest gump for the holocaust, and that is wicked insulting. so, if you were a big fan of that movie, then you are really stupid, and have a weak mind.
crap, you caught me. i like home-improvement shows. and plastic-surgery shows. and anything medical-related. i want a new episode of mystery diagnosis every day. who needs house when you have real-life people with real-life crazy-as-shit disorders? whatever, i'm weird like that. get over it.
yes, i like books. i don't like many things, but i do like them books. deep-fried, please, with tons of salt. ..
brent baldwin