A rebuttal

This post is written in reference of my very first post here. My very first blog was about the beauty of the iPhone.

Sigh..okay already! You win! It sucks. I can’t really say that for sure but I was being shallow whilst writing my first post. I was smitten by it because it has the touch screen functionality – I probably have some fetish about touch screens. I don’t need an iPhone to make me happy, I already have my Motorola RAZR V3i which I had for almost a year or two. It works fine and I’m very happy with it.

I guess my final say is if it isn’t broken, don’t fix it!

Look at what super immature pizza-face broke mommy's boy git and little fab has to say

My brother said the meanest thing to me last week.

*Guys will only go out with you for your money*

---STAB---------------> HEART & wait…..Fuck you!

Damn…that was hot! His words were so harsh (to me) that I felt like I was stabbed by a super sharp shiny brand new authentic super samurai (if there is one)

I guess that does prove it…boys will always be boys but in my brothers’ case, he’s a super immature pizza face mommy’s boy who is broke git.

*say what you want Gary, I’ll just ignore that and wait for an apology which I think I will get…hmmm……..NEVER?*

So my final say is: Gary, fuck you! (ewwww….puh-lease, not in an incest way but in a I hate you-get out of here way)

*Click on picture for a larger version & forgive the cartoon-ish picture*

Travelling essentials

A picture tells a thousand words so here goes one picture that says it all.

-Travelling essentials-

Look what I found

Jane and Arlene are outside their nursing home, having a drink and a smoke, when it starts to rain. Jane pulls out a condom, cuts off the end, puts i t over her cigarette, and continues smoking.

Arlene: What in the hell is that?

Jane: A condom. This way my cigarette doesn't get wet.

Arlene: Where did you get it?

Jane: You can get them at any pharmacy.

The next day, Arlene hobbles herself into the local pharmacy and announces to the pharmacist that she wants a box of condoms.

The pharmacist, obviously embarrassed, looks at her kind of strangely (she is after all, over 80 years of age), but very delicately asks what brand of condom she prefers.

"Doesn't matter Sonny, as long as it fits on a CAMEL."

The pharmacist fainted