Just wondering if anyone else thinks like this. It was a blog. Well, still is, but my curiosity is getting the best of me...
Sometimes, word association entertains me. Particularly, the way it works in my own mind. Every time I hear the word "wonder", the stupid jingle from the Wonder Ball commercial gets stuck in my head. You know, the little chocolate ball with hard candy inside. Yeah. They were gross. You know what else is gross, 144. Yeah. 12 times 12 is a gross. Not sure why that word, or how it got to be the same word for a dozen dozens and disgusting. I would like a gross of garlic bread. Its addicting. Last night, I ate almost an entire loaf. Thats the thing about food people like, if its unbelievably delicious, it doesn't matter how hungry you are or aren't, you eat it. And for some reason, eating things we love obsessively make us fat. How? When you look at a candy bar, you see chocolate. Not this big gelatinous blob of future fat. How does that happen? What is it about jiggly things that make us stare? Breasts, fat people, jello, the whacky waving inflatable arm flailing tube guy. We stop and stare. Something in the jiggle and wiggle captivates us, and then, if it involves a person, we feel bad for staring. Why do people care about staring. We stare because something intrigues us. We are truly interested enough to let our eyes linger for several moments, and the object of stare freaks out. Usually you hear "Take a picture", but have you ever tried that? I have. They freak out. Its okay to look at them in person, but a moment frozen in time for you to enjoy without stalking them, no. Thats weird. So many things are considered weird. Strange food combinations, one must be pregnant to enjoy chocolate buffalo wings. If not, well, you're just weird. Its totally unacceptable for your tongue to enjoy different flavors simultaneously. Its also weird to sew your own fingers together. I do it. I don't think it hurts. Thats why I have peircings, I'm not addicted to pain. I generally stay away from things that cause me pain. Like sulfuric acid. That shit burns. I don't want that. Why would I continue to do it if it hurt? I could get fake ones. Sewing my fingers together makes me feel like a super hero. But what doesn't make me feel like a super hero is my middle finger. Yeah. All these people, offended by my finger. You know, I was born with it, and so were millions of other people. It would be strange if I didn't have one, people would feel bad for staring. I would let them take a picture though. They would stare, and then yell at their kids for doing it too. If I didn't have my middle finger, I would be handicapped (which is an oxymoron in this case), and people would feel bad for me. But since I have one, its a lewd gesture. My own fucking finger is a lewd gesture. You know whats an actual lewd gesture? Humping things. People, inanimate objects, animals. Not sexing them, just a fully clothed hump. When you do this, people laugh "Omigod! He's humping a stop sign LOL!". You're creating the image of sexing up an object or person, and its funny. But that same person could flip you off, with a finger they were born with, and HOLY CRAP!!! That was lewd! Why do people get offended? I don't. What could someone do thats so horrible, it alters the course of my life. I mean, I don't like racism. But it doesn't offend me. Its seems contradictory to be racist against racism, but thats just me. Sure, I don't understand the purpose of judgement via skin pigment. But, you know, thats just some peoples cup of tea. When you get down to it, we're all victims of something anyway. You know what I really don't understand? It may offend you. But... Male Rape. Yeah. How the hell does that work? I understand anal rape by another guy, but I'm talking a woman raping a man. Doesn't an erection need to be present? And don't you need to be aroused to have an erection? I mean, if I threaten guy rape, I usually include the components of a rubber band and a stick, to keep it up you know? But thats immature. I hate being called immature. I see so many adults. They worry, they're stressed, depressed. I know they aren't ALL like that. That would be a silly assumption, for I am an adult, and none of those things. But I'm a pervert, and thats immature. Why? Why is it funny to laugh about an innuendo? It's even funnier when its an accident. Like when you tell someone to "come on", and they absent mindedly say "Come on what?". Ha. I think thats funny. But there are those who tsk tsk. Thats immature. Because I find humor, a reason to laugh and smile, I'm immature. Because I think responsibilty is an overrated necessity. I can't be "adult" if I pay bills, live on my own, but still think the word poop is hilarious. Think about it. If you're fighting with someone, and you scream, "I don't give a SHIT!!!", the receiver of said comment is still pissed. But if you yell "I don't give a POOP!!!", odds are, the receiver of that comment will pause, and smile, yet try to keep being mad. So why is immaturity a taboo? Because, once that 18 mark hits, you're automatically supposed to know exactly what you want to do for the rest of your life, get out of your parents after being sheltered for your entire existence (I'm talking in general, I know there are cases and everyone has different experiencees). You are supposed to shit money for college, because parents making college funds is practically obsolete. You need a career, a plan, kids, a fence. For suburbian life to be perfect, you need a drunken college co-ed tyed up in your basement. Why is that? I can't help but notice, black people shoot people. Mexicans stab you, muslims blow you up, and white people torture you for months, cut off your eyelids, keep them in their wallet, slowly dismember you, and then dip you in that damn burning sulfuric acid. I hate that. I hate that when someone is walking alone, and you are running to go do something, the alone person runs too. Like you're chasing them. Because, oh yeah, adults rape each other, then mug them and kill them. We all do it. Everyone of us. So be careful when you run, we're on to you. No offense to rape victims. I truly feel for you. But it seems the cases usually happen by a friend of the family, a family member, ex-boyfriend, or something like that. I have yet to walk down the road and witness a rape in action. I suppose if I did, I would just get a hose. Can't rape all flaccid now can you? Yeah. Then I would be a super hero. Why aren't there super heroes anymore? You know, in all the new movies, the super heroes are fighting off on big bad villains. They never save helpless girls in ridiculous high heels from muggers. They don't stop burglars. They're busy chasing down a big super villain who happens to be the only one that knows his weakness. They aren't fucking super heroes. Duncan MacLeod is a super hero. He saves the women, then he sexes them up. Thats super. And, his weakness is losing his head. All he has to do is wear a metal neckbrace, and he's good. And that dude can pull a sword out of anywhere. And he always has a dark alley or abandoned building to fight in. Convenience falls at his feet. Thats a freaking super hero. Sure, he can't fly, but he can make fuck with thousands of chicks and never get an STD. I'd rather have that power. I'd also like the power to take off all of my clothes without undoing them. You know, like on a cartoon, they just throw off their whole ensemble. One swoop. Nudity. Why can't I do that? It would take away the awkwardness of pre-sex. I hate how that gets all interrupted by falling over when I'm frantically removing my shoes, socks, pants and underwear all at once. Kills the mood. Of course, we could all just be nude. I know I know, there are some people you don't want to see nude. But you know what, after you see a hideous person, you would cringe and not look again. So one moment of retinal trauma is worth it to me. We're all naked under our clothes. Especially those girls that wear itty bitty clothes. Then, when you stare a hole into them, they freak out. Stupid vagina people. I'm one of them. But I'm a stripper, so it doesn't matter to me if I'm stared at. Its my freaking job. Some people think its morally wrong to be a stripper. Its wrong to be eye candy. Its wrong because I'm inducing lust. Yeah, well, I don't think it is. If people want to pay to look at me and touch them, and they can't touch me, what's wrong with that. Nothing. Anyhting you say opposed would be a stupid configuration of wrongness. I don't break up marriages, if someone's wife were sexier, they wouldn't come to me. People choose to go, they will if I'm there or not. But I am. Its great. And its a work out. I get to wear mini clothes. Clothing is overrated. People so quickly judge you for what you wear. There are so many categories of people based off of clothing. Because I'm totally a blend of cotton, polyester, and wool. thats definitely my personality. Actually, I think my personality is more like sequined spandex. Thats just me. Though I would never wear it. I'd prefer to let disco balls to the shining. Why don't we disco anymore? There are hardly any cool dances anymore. The Charleston, The Waltz, Ballroom dancing, The Hokey Pokey (my favorite), none of these are really popular anymore, except in small circles. Now, dancing is just an erection timer. How many times can I rub my ass/boobs/face on his crotch before he gets hard. Thats my job! But everyone does it. You go to a club, and theres so much ass shaking its ridiculous. If I threw a ping pong ball into a club, it would never hit the ground. It would be ass-tennis. I digress. But from what? I don't know. But I digress anyway. I want to.
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