Am Stooopit

So, I get up and rush like a fiend to get ready for Targhell,'cause they don't think it's as funny as I do that I'm late all the time(hey! CPT, I can't help it).
Wow! I got to work early today, go me...yeah, well, I wasn't on the schedule.

That's right. Not working today. My first thought is Boo-yah!
I so happeeee! My second thought is,let me get the fuck out before they guilt me into staying!

See, children? With great age comes maturity and responsibility.PPrrrrrrpphhhtt! YAH, sure you're right! *kicks up heels and waggles butt*

This calls for porn!
*makes gimmie motions* come on,come on! I want porn! Now!

Did it work? *hits refresh frantically*
Porn yet?

Rating On Stories

Should I be rating my stories? It's not something that occurs to me to do unless I'm doing a template thingy, andI just kind of assume that we're all old enough here...not pointing any fingers. *eyeballs you all sternly*

If you're not, well, I can't do anything about that.Plus, if you read my journal, than I'm also assuming that coarse language doesn't bother you, cause tcha-fuck, there's a lot of that going on here.(though strangely much less than in RL *goggle*)

You know, home from work, meandering through the brain cells.

I should rate them--yes! I shall! So those of you who know what you want can be forewarned.

Or sit down for a lovely big bowl of pop-porn.

Exiled: More ,More More!

Hoof! Busy day, having fun!I'm working my way through the pile on my desk, and let me tell you *whispers* I know why the dinosaurs died. *shreds their letters begging for help*

More story, and a tasty tea biscuit, anyone? They're nice and fre-esh...

And of course, previous parts shrink-wrapped for your protection:Exiled


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