1. What is your favorite word?

dabliuteéfe

2. What is your least favorite word?

menine.

3. What turns you on?

Girls with body and brains.

4. What turns you off?

Unnecessary rivaltry.

5. What sound do you love?

Laughter.

6. What sound do you hate?

Indoors yelling.

7. What is your favorite curse word?

Cunt.

8. What profession other than yours would you like to attempt?

Distilling.

9. What profession would you not like to do?

Anything burocratical.

10. If heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the pearly gates?

I’ll buy a beer if you keep quiet about my existence.

Inspiration was the younger and the oldest of the two sisters; none would be without her, yet, she could have taken longer than everything else to come and meet me. And just like the muses she was the one who would guide my spirit into parting itself and enlarging itself and making new matter – although untouchable matter – from itself.

Concentration would guide my spirit within my body to allow the work of Inspiration to ride its course to become the art she had predicted. And how many times had my own spirit betrayed itself and her sister’s work on it trying to change its path onto other – often less significant – labors! But She’d be there to take me back to let my spirit flow its new creation from itself.

And Creation is the child born from Me and from Her and from Her, the unlikely – yet the only one possible – threesome’s very own offspring.

Any heroic character:

Why do you care so much?

Because someone must care.

Doctor/Fireman/S.V.U. Agent:

Why do you keep doing it?

Because it needs to be done.

Once again, any hero-type:

Why does it have to be you?

If not me, who else?

Duuuuuuuuuuude!

if you really need a hundred,

there is something wrong with you.

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As my friend Bruno once said, the song “The Final Countdown” is now playing in your head too.

This is my response to this stupidly shitty article writen by one Bryony Gordon who has put too much of her apparently personal issues on Kate Moss’ commentary.

I eat a lot. Everyday. Yummi stuff. Good stuff. Momma’s food, grandma’s food, my very own spicy and moderately-gravy food.

I weigh just the same as Kate (’bout 55 kg). Seriously, you got a lot of stuff from that commentary itself, put all your personal views, which are completely narrow, into it and made a completely fool out of yourself. Seriously, that’s just too much dumb writing for just one post.

I don’t give a damn how smart Kate may or may not be, but you obviously obsess enough about her to actually decide for yourself, probably before watching or reading any interviews from her, how to classify her intellect.

Get help or at least stop trying to disseminate your incoherent prejudice against someone or someone’s personal ideas about their own lives.

If this recent amish romance novels trend really catches on, I might as well just go along with it. Now all I need is a plotline on the subject.

Little amish boy witnesses a murder and a big city cop must acompaign him back to his simple life community in order to protect THE WITNESS!

-The Witness…
-What?
-That’s the name of the film. It already exists. With Harrison Ford.
-Oh, yes, I see…

Strange murders lead two paranormal activity investigators into an amish community whose members don’t seem quite happy with their presence there…

-The X-Files…
-I figured…

So, how about this: an adult film producer (Rocco, he’s simply the best!) discovers the perfect girl (Stoya) to act with his great star (Sasha Grey) in his next movie. Problem is… she’s amish! To get the approval from the girl’s family, they will have to use their sensuality amongst members of the community. Little do they know that the sweet innocent Stoya is already having an affair with another member of the Amish, an african-american male (which could be played by me – I don’t think my skin color should be an issue – Lexington Steele). Film title: Raising the Barn!

Since CNN banned this video from its Airport Network, we might as well just check it here.

Don’t confuse wormholes for warm holes, ‘though they’ll both take you places you might not wanna go into.

There’s only two kinds of hookers: the ones that charge and the whores.

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