My dad used to work in the Canadian Forces Human Rights Commission office (he would receive a lot of the human-rights-based complaints against the Forces, like "they fired me because I can't run, stand up, or carry a gun!" -- incidentally, I think this agony of rights complaints led significantly to his Reform Party support. ANyway. I'll start again.
My dad used to work in the Canadian Forces Human Rights Commission office under a guy named Major Thomas Brockley. So everytime his office phone rang, dad's CO would have to say "Human Rights Broccoli Speaking". Dad used to tell that story to reduce my brother and I to tears of laughter when we were younger.
I have sexual fantasies about beating your brother with a head of cauliflower, then having him eat it off of my chest with his hands tied behind his back.
See, this is why you shouldn't post to livejournal while also teaching a class. You miss important details, like WHO made the post. Silly me. I was actually talking to Jared, I'll focus on my class now. :)
Well, no I won't. THis is getting confusing, I agree.
Opposite day eh? Let's see how opposite I can make this entry.
Well, I've gotta say that I am completely confident. I rarely worry about things and have a very optimistic outlook on life. I know that things will always turn out for the best. I rarely make mistakes, because I always know what people are thinking. I'm not annoying in the slightest, and am ALWAYS enjoyable to be around. I never bitch or complain. Instead, I spend my time thinking about the things I should be grateful for. I'm a good friend. I don't depend on others for my happiness. I put my own happiness before others. I'm calm and collected. I'm secure with my friendships and am confident with my abilities. I'm happy.
I just made myself sound like a huge prat. Yay me.
HA! That's not what I was going for! I was just kidding around. I know that I'm an obsessive worrier... therefore I joked about it. Lighten up Cammy-poo.
Yeah, I know. I'm feeling really disconnected being on the road for so long. This really sucks. DOes anybody want to come to Greenwood with me in January and keep me company?
George Bush is my hero. I want to be George Bush's love child, so that I can get away with anything and just say that my daddy is GWB. Just think, then I could tell all them gays they're going to hell and that they can never get married.
Oh, and since I'm GWB's love child, I like BUSH too. Not like the family bush, but the female bush. But I guess that could be the family bush if everyone shares the one woman in the family.
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My dad used to work in the Canadian Forces Human Rights Commission office (he would receive a lot of the human-rights-based complaints against the Forces, like "they fired me because I can't run, stand up, or carry a gun!" -- incidentally, I think this agony of rights complaints led significantly to his Reform Party support. ANyway. I'll start again.
My dad used to work in the Canadian Forces Human Rights Commission office under a guy named Major Thomas Brockley. So everytime his office phone rang, dad's CO would have to say "Human Rights Broccoli Speaking". Dad used to tell that story to reduce my brother and I to tears of laughter when we were younger.
In the inappropriate and untrue category.
How did I do?
Re: In the inappropriate and untrue category.
(Just wait til you meet my brother, then you'll rethink this allegedly untrue fantasy!)
Re: In the inappropriate and untrue category.
Re: In the inappropriate and untrue category.
Well, no I won't. THis is getting confusing, I agree.
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Well, I've gotta say that I am completely confident. I rarely worry about things and have a very optimistic outlook on life. I know that things will always turn out for the best. I rarely make mistakes, because I always know what people are thinking. I'm not annoying in the slightest, and am ALWAYS enjoyable to be around. I never bitch or complain. Instead, I spend my time thinking about the things I should be grateful for. I'm a good friend. I don't depend on others for my happiness. I put my own happiness before others. I'm calm and collected. I'm secure with my friendships and am confident with my abilities. I'm happy.
I just made myself sound like a huge prat. Yay me.
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:)
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ewwww.
Wait, would YOU be one of these naked old men?
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Bitch.
Catty Bitch, actually.
(that would be a no)
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I find it funny... a bitch is a female dog... and a cat is not a dog... yet, I am a catty female dog. Hmmm.
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I will never use the terms "Electric Boogaloo", "**** Harder", and "with a Vangeance" again. Or randomly ejaculate "Showgirls" into postings.
And I never tend to bitch about stuff so people won't know what I like and therefore make fun of me for liking something.
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I like George Bush (and bush)
George Bush is my hero. I want to be George Bush's love child, so that I can get away with anything and just say that my daddy is GWB. Just think, then I could tell all them gays they're going to hell and that they can never get married.
Oh, and since I'm GWB's love child, I like BUSH too. Not like the family bush, but the female bush. But I guess that could be the family bush if everyone shares the one woman in the family.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWW - I scare myself sometimes.