Wives are the mind-killer.
Wives are the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my wife.
I will permit her to pass over me and through me.
And when she has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see her path.
Where my wife has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.
PRAYING FOR DEATH
IN THE BOTTOM OF A BOTTLE.
I'm not sorry.
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Posted by Captain Flak Paperpants at 12:13 PM
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I'm just mad because my wife didn't pack any cookies in my lunch today.
Did I give you permission to discuss me on your stupid blog? Maybe if you would do more work at work, instead of posting on the internet equivilant of a bathroom wall, you would get promoted. Or get better projects. Or get sent on nice travel assignments you could take me on.
But no. You blog. You are lucky I don't kill you for the insurance money.
Wife - Fear?
Ben Gessirit Witch!
fuck.
This is why I married my left hand. She never gets mad at me, and knows just how i like it.
OVERSHARING ALERT
I count my blessings every day! Thank you Jesus!
Nobody loves me.
men suck!!
The asshole lies!
I was in there just last night!
Well, this has clearly gotten out of hand. Pun intended.
Don't touch me!!!
^ mad at the left hand?
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