3:00 Am Roll Call of the masses

I sexy, yes I is

i am , but im about to go masterbate then go to

I'm here, I have no life.
WG

still listening to the mayors speech on pbs so long man im sleepy is it over yet

only midnight here.. i still got a good 6 hours in me

yep.

"Juicy has a good looking glans"

uhhhh

Juicy has a good looking glans

3:20 A.M. - What's Up!

"Juicy has a good looking glans"


Oh. And I have a couple of gmail invites if anyone wants one.

I am not here right now.. please leave a message at the beep.

I am here I got a few more hours.

hello....i am here and there....

Same here
This is happy =

Bed time for me...

yo yo yo, me here working

Up working getting brand new content for loading.

Don't fret precious, I'm here.

Should I pull an all nighter?

I should be in bed, I have to get up in 5 hours.

Only if you say, "CET is one seeeexy bitch!"

I'm here with Mary34D, she says "HI"

J/K

I Like Monkeys

The pet store was selling them for 5 cents a piece. I thought that odd since they were normally a couple thousand. I decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth. I bought 200. I like monkeys.

I took my 200 monkeys home. I have a big car. I let one drive. His name was Sigmund. He was retarded. In fact, none of them were really bright. They kept smacking themselves in the face. I laughed. Then they smacked my face. I stopped laughing.

I herded them into my room. They didn't adapt very well to their new environment. They would screech, hurl themselves off of the couch at high speeds and slam into the wall - although humorous at first, the spectacle lost its novelty halfway into its third hour.

Two hours later I found out why all the monkeys were so inexpensive: they all died. No apparent reason. They all just sorta dropped dead. Kinda like when you buy a goldfish and it dies five hours later. Stupid cheap monkeys.

I don't know what to do. There were 200 dead monkeys lying all over my room, on the bed, in the dresser, hanging from my bookcase. It looked like I had 200 throw rugs.

I tried to flush one down the toilet. It didn't work. It got stuck. Then I had one dead, wet monkey and 199 dead, dry monkeys.

I tried pretending they were just stuffed animals. That worked for a while, that is until they began to decompose. It started to smell real bad.

I had to use the restroom, but there was a dead monkey in the toilet and I didn't want to call the plumber. I was embarrassed.

I tried to slow down the decomposition by freezing them. Unfortunately, there was only enough room for two monkeys at a time so I had to change them every 30 seconds. I also had to eat all the food in the freezer so it didn't all go bad.

I tried burning them. Little did I know my bed was flammable. I had to extinguish the fire. Then I had one dead, wet monkey in my toilet, two dead, frozen monkeys in my freezer, and 197 dead, charred monkeys in a pile on my bed. The odor wasn't improving.

I became agitated at my inability to dispose of my monkeys and to use the bathroom. I severly beat one of my monkeys. I felt better.

I tried throwing them away but the garbage man said that the city is not allowed to dispose of charred primates. I told him that I had a wet one. He couldn't take that one either. I didn't bother asking about the frozen ones.

I finally arrived at a solution. I gave them out as Christmas gifts. My friends didn't know quite what to say. They pretended that they liked them but I could tell they were lying. Ingrates. So, I smacked them in the face.

I like monkeys.

juicy has good looking glans