My mind is a vast, twisted place, filled to the brim with bizarre thoughts. I decided I would share some of them with you.
Now that we have President Obama and his promise of a transparent government, does that mean we are finally going to find out the truth about Area 51 and that crash in New Mexico?
Why is there a pair of panties, but just one bra? Aren't there two of them?
If life is like a box of chocolates, why doesn't mine have a caramel center?
Why did they do a remake of Friday the 13th? The original sucked. Does no one have any original ideas anymore? What's next? Prom Night or A Nightmare on Elm St.?
If men are from Mars and women are from Venus, where the hell is my ultra cool purple and silver sparkly spaceship? I want to go home...
The only difference between the races is that some tan better than others.
If you talk to God, you're spiritual. If he talks back you're crazy. Why? Don't we all want our questions and prayers answered? Wouldn't that also require actually hearing or seeing the answer?
My daughter would make Super Nanny Jo Frost break out her pimp hand.
The more you resemble a crack ho, the more famous you become...just look at Amy Winehouse.
It seems that the level of craziness is directly proportionate to the amount of personal wealth. By that standard, why aren't I a billionaire by now?
I want to find a way to wireless connect my brain to the new post area of my blog. I always get really cool ideas for a post, but I inevitably get stopped or redirected on my way to the computer. By the time I do finally get there, I've lost the thought. This way it will go there automatically so I can evaluate it later. It will also save me time trying in vain to retrieve those particular thoughts from my crazy, addled grey matter.
{These were retrieved from my noggin. Sorry if they scared you}
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Now that we have President Obama and his promise of a transparent government, does that mean we are finally going to find out the truth about Area 51 and that crash in New Mexico?
Why is there a pair of panties, but just one bra? Aren't there two of them?
If life is like a box of chocolates, why doesn't mine have a caramel center?
Why did they do a remake of Friday the 13th? The original sucked. Does no one have any original ideas anymore? What's next? Prom Night or A Nightmare on Elm St.?
If men are from Mars and women are from Venus, where the hell is my ultra cool purple and silver sparkly spaceship? I want to go home...
The only difference between the races is that some tan better than others.
If you talk to God, you're spiritual. If he talks back you're crazy. Why? Don't we all want our questions and prayers answered? Wouldn't that also require actually hearing or seeing the answer?
My daughter would make Super Nanny Jo Frost break out her pimp hand.
The more you resemble a crack ho, the more famous you become...just look at Amy Winehouse.
It seems that the level of craziness is directly proportionate to the amount of personal wealth. By that standard, why aren't I a billionaire by now?
I want to find a way to wireless connect my brain to the new post area of my blog. I always get really cool ideas for a post, but I inevitably get stopped or redirected on my way to the computer. By the time I do finally get there, I've lost the thought. This way it will go there automatically so I can evaluate it later. It will also save me time trying in vain to retrieve those particular thoughts from my crazy, addled grey matter.
{These were retrieved from my noggin. Sorry if they scared you}
Things That Go Through My Head
https://damnvoicesagain.blogspot.com/2009/02/things-that-go-through-my-head.html
