Almost Midnight
Sep. 22nd, 2003 12:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tinhuvielartanisWhy am I still awake and online when I have to be up and getting ready for the Pit in less than six hours?
Got things on my mind...
Like....
Doctor Phil's new war on obesity. This is coming from a man whose gut hangs over his belt. There's a picture of him in the latest TV Guide with the caption "Drop the twinkie, chubby!" or some such bullshit. You know what? Fuck you, Dr. Phil! You can suck my great big round white ass.
I just had this vision of Dr. Phil bent over, his pants around his ankles, with a twinkie shoved up his poop-shoot. What wonderful justice would that be! I'd love to shove a stale twinkie in the ole exit, then duct tape his crack so as to keep it all in for a long time. Then the only way he could get out of this horrific predicament is to have someone rip the duct tape off his ass, right along with all those hairs. bwahahah!
Aren't hot young gay guys called twinkies? Maybe that's the type of twinkie Dr. Phil needs to have inserted for a while.
I'd like to take that belt he hides with his pot-gut and pull it so tight that his head explodes. It's obviously already big enough to pop. What the hell was Oprah thinking, giving the Rush Limbaugh of psychology a forum in which he can spread his bullfunky and make money hand over fist? Oprah needs to be whipped with Dr. Phil's belt and then have a twinkie (the pastry, not the hot gay boy) shoved up her ass too.
I'm just really feeling like a blob right now.
A furious, frustrated, vengeful, misanthropic blob!
Midnight approacheth. I sleep now.
Got things on my mind...
Like....
Doctor Phil's new war on obesity. This is coming from a man whose gut hangs over his belt. There's a picture of him in the latest TV Guide with the caption "Drop the twinkie, chubby!" or some such bullshit. You know what? Fuck you, Dr. Phil! You can suck my great big round white ass.
I just had this vision of Dr. Phil bent over, his pants around his ankles, with a twinkie shoved up his poop-shoot. What wonderful justice would that be! I'd love to shove a stale twinkie in the ole exit, then duct tape his crack so as to keep it all in for a long time. Then the only way he could get out of this horrific predicament is to have someone rip the duct tape off his ass, right along with all those hairs. bwahahah!
Aren't hot young gay guys called twinkies? Maybe that's the type of twinkie Dr. Phil needs to have inserted for a while.
I'd like to take that belt he hides with his pot-gut and pull it so tight that his head explodes. It's obviously already big enough to pop. What the hell was Oprah thinking, giving the Rush Limbaugh of psychology a forum in which he can spread his bullfunky and make money hand over fist? Oprah needs to be whipped with Dr. Phil's belt and then have a twinkie (the pastry, not the hot gay boy) shoved up her ass too.
I'm just really feeling like a blob right now.
A furious, frustrated, vengeful, misanthropic blob!
Midnight approacheth. I sleep now.
