Expect poison from standing water
Many of my countless fans (0/3) have complained about the lack of passion in the past few postings. They have wailed unto my person, challenging my sincerity and doubting my street cred. They have cried, and I have heard. No longer will I hide behind snide witticisms, and mock subjects. From now on, this blog will engage life from the backside, hitting it with all sorts of thrusting power. Professor Sympathy is back, my dear friend, just in time to reveal the true status of his heart:
Blood pressure: 110/160, pulse 61/min. Core temperature: a balmy 98.6
Emotional status: Randy, with a bit of angst
There you have it. Having expressed my emotions I now feel free to deal with them. I must go then and search for Goth chick porn.
Toodles!
Blood pressure: 110/160, pulse 61/min. Core temperature: a balmy 98.6
Emotional status: Randy, with a bit of angst
There you have it. Having expressed my emotions I now feel free to deal with them. I must go then and search for Goth chick porn.
Toodles!
posted by Old Stallion at 9:13 AM
1 Comments:
I don't think you can really be considered passionate with a pulse of 61/min. Don't you think you could do some jumping jacks or something, get that pulse up, and report back? Also, my pulse is never that low. My passionate nature will reveal itself in a massive heart attack at age 35. Either that or I will merge with the couch.
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