While I was traveling for work, my wife called to excitedly tell me that she was expecting at least eight inches overnight. I hope she was only talking about snow.
Meh Thoughts
Meh thoughts
Short thoughts for long downward spirals
Browse quick-hit shower thoughts, deadpan one-liners, dark little observations, and questionable micro-rants from Chaotic Meh. They are short, searchable, and emotionally about as stable as a folding chair in a hurricane.
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I am routinely disgusted upon seeing my wife’s issues of
I am routinely disgusted upon seeing my wife’s issues of “Fitness” and “Shape” magazines, with scantily attired women adorning the cover. I mean, they *always* find a way to put the damn mailing label on top of the cameltoe!
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My boyfriend keeps saying he wants to fuck me silly. That’s
My boyfriend keeps saying he wants to fuck me silly. That’s ridiculous — I’m already silly.
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I think that for Halloween I’ll dress as a candy bar with a sign
I think that for Halloween I’ll dress as a candy bar with a sign that says “Eat Me,” then visit Overeaters and Sex Addicts support groups and see who cries more.
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I think all in-flight movies should be porn. That way the Mile
I think all in-flight movies should be porn. That way the Mile High Club assholes could get if over with faster so the rest of us could use the damn toilet.
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Sometimes you witness something so utterly amazing and
Sometimes you witness something so utterly amazing and emotionally moving that you can’t help from screaming out, “Holy shit! That dog is licking his own balls!”
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I don’t understand the fuss about letting gays serve in the
I don’t understand the fuss about letting gays serve in the military, especially when you consider how much the army likes to keep its privates at attention.
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There’s no “I” in “sperm.” And hopefully after that quick kick
There’s no “I” in “sperm.” And hopefully after that quick kick to the crotch, there will be no more sperm in “eye.”
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There is perhaps no greater pleasure than to be the meat in the
There is perhaps no greater pleasure than to be the meat in the middle of a Jilly G. Filthy Rumination sandwich.
