My recycle bin on my desktop at work is full of shortcuts to my recycle bin.

Here is the file path to my secret stash:

C:\\Windows\\Cursors\\Secret Stash\\Super Secret Stash\\1

I thought teen age girls should have their own service called snicker instead of tweeting on twitter.

I still don’t know about the #, I feel it’s some sort of four twenty reference.

There’s this black cow on my calendar and it keeps giving me the evil eye, it’s only a matter of time before I get an utter slapping. It’s probably how a dairy farmer gets Tea Bagged by a herd of Bessie’s, Daisy’s and Hooffey Heifers’. So it’s probably like filling a surgical glove with water after rubbing the outside in manure and baby oil, now go outside and slap the neighbor’s kid with that. Who’s crying about COD now?! Huh?! Well I was just caught off guard last night when I was drunk and gaming online, who knew teenagers could be so cruel…

Crow Craw or Craw Crow just trying say both of them fast and think which one hurts more…I chose screaming while sitting naked in glass…well I wouldn’t choose it but I bet getting tea bagged by one hundred angry cows or sitting naked in glass…you don’t get forcibly tongued by a cow in the latter, French Brown Swiss…no thank you…not on the first date…