I got nothing today! Usually that stops me from posting, but not today. Today, I just feel like typing.
The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog!
It's the classic typing sentence. At cocktail parties analysis of this sentence typically centers on the fox, who gets top billing. For my money though, the real intrigue starts when you get to the lazy dog. I mean, my god, how lazy would a dog have to be to just lie there while a streaking fox hurdles over him. It's not that the dog is sick, or tired, or generally incapable of following the most basic built-in dog instinct: chasing. It's just that the dog is that damn lazy. Epically lazy.
That's pretty impressive. Daisy would dig that dog.
Meanwhile, someone got to my blog today by searching on outty vaginas. Outty vaginas? I've seen my share of vaginas. Before I settled down with Hank, my legendary womanizing acquainted me with ONES of vaginas, so I know of what I speak here. Also, according to Yahoo, I am the #5 resource on outty vaginas, so I command some authority on the topic:
If you are looking for an outty vagina, you are looking for a penis.
And on one final note, if you really want to creep me out, file your nails. FILING A BODY PART! That is just an inhuman act. Oook.