Tumblr...and stuff

I have a tumblr... it's just easier to pick up followers there and I like to know my writing is being read...otherwise I'm talking to myself? It feels like...anyway, it's youaintnonerd.tumblr.com

and yeah, I'm still a little bitter about that whole domain being taken on bloggers...so, I may flip and flop...there may be a post on here that's not necessarily on here because I don't feel like transferring shit...

The Same Person!?

 

Nothing Compares 2 U is my occasional jam...my roommate in I sang it in undergrad because we liked to eat our dinners in fancy restaurants...anyway if you can just look at what Sinead looks like now and what she used to look like, it's just...oh my.

Give Me a Knock Knock Joke

Not really...but that's what they used to say on Lamb Chops...remember that show? Any way, I saw this on the book of faces and thought I'd share...

A dad buys a lie detector robot which slaps people when they lie. He decides to test it at dinner. "Son, where were you today?" The son says "at school dad." Robot slaps the son! "Ok, I watched a dvd at my friends house!" "What dvd?" "Toy story." Robot slaps the son again! "Ok, it was a porno" cries the son. "What! When I was your age I didn't know what porn was" says the dad. Robot slaps the dad! Mum laughs "HaHaHa! He's certainly your son." Robot slaps the mom...

I Just...Love Has No Boundaries...Height Restrictions...Laws of Physics..Etc

Well, the grandmother is asleep and Tom & Jerry never talk during an episode. This means I had free time to lurk on Twitter and I stumbled upon this little gem

I mean...just...wow. I am so happy for them, but can we please look at this photo a little further? Why do they look photoshopped when they're together!? I mean seriously...I couldn't find humor yeah so I'm lying in this photo just concern. When he walks in from a hard day's work does she just turn around, say, "Hey honey!" and unbuckle his pants? Notice how her knees have no bruises? Clearly it's because she doesn't have to get on them. I would love for there to be an essay contest to spend the day with these two because I would make sure I'd win. I'd play every sympathy/racial struggle card I could think of...and I would win[just look at my college application essays]. I want all of the tea, as a matter of fact

hold on, Jerry is tied to the train track and Tom is about to run him over...

Okay false alarm[he lives as usual], yeah, as a matter of fact, I would like to share just a few of the questions I would ask during my 24 hours with Shaq & Nicole.

• When you're going out with your partner, you shouldn't look like you're taking your daughter back-to-school shopping...SIR...does this ever bother you?
• I read Confessions of a Video Vixen so I pretty much how fornication goes down with you in the bedroom...but of course there are still questions...

1. When she's on top, does she use your penis as a Sit-N-Spin? Since she's pretty much half a mile from the rest of your body.
2. Does doggy-style make you think you're frottaging a stuffed animal?
3. When it's really dark, and you're tired, do you give a thumbs up. Does she notice the difference?

• Okay, everything else is pretty graphic so let's try something simple: Did all of that bending down to kiss her give you scoliosis?
• Does she use Sonar to find you? Perhaps Echolocation? 

Okay, those are just a few...but I need to make dinner so...

Google And All His Friends

I have a yahoo account...however, it seems Google seems to be the popular platform for many bloggers. Considering making an account for this...it would let me blog from the official blogger app..still helping out my grandma though so don't expect anything soon.

Sitting in The Airport

I got the surprise inspection, before she patted me down she asked what was under my jacket... I said breasts.

They were discriminating against the well endowed.

They also swiped my hand and tested it...all I could think was thank goodness I hadn't jacked anyone off, otherwise that semen would've lit up something magical.

Amazing Love

I thought this was pretty sad but interesting and beautiful...

The night before the burial of her husband’s body, Katherine Cathey refused to leave the casket, asking to sleep next to his body for the last time. Before she fell asleep, she opened her laptop computer and played songs that reminded her of him. Fellow Marines guarded the casket all night.