An excuse to use the word Crapulence
Blogs, are by nature, a crapulent vehicle for our egos. Who gives a shit about what you’re doing?
Also, the sweater/cake/birdhouse/kid you made is by far the ugliest and most disgusting thing ever forced on to the internet. I’m the same, of course, except for the awesome sweater/cake/birdhouse that I made for my ethereal offspring.
Anyway, I wanted to share this crapulent screen cap with you:
Guess which one is mine.
I am so crapulent that I screen capped my own comment because I made myself laugh.
A room. A whole room!
I still love you, Henry Rollins. All men fall to the temptation of vanity at some point or another.
Pictured: an oxymoron
I don’t love him anymore because those tights don’t do him justice.
I’m stupid because I don’t think I understand your comment. The tights don’t do him justice…so you don’t love him anymore? I would think that you still love him even though the tights don’t do him justice. So confused.
The tights don’t highlight his, errr, assets…
Which is why you should love him *despite* the fact that those tights are worthless. YOU ARE NOT TIGHTS YOU ARE JUST PANTS. I am going to make muffins for breakfast tomorrow, skip work and come over and eat animal shaped muffins.