Is the sky REALLY blue? Do plants feel
pain? Is it possible to breathe in through your nose and blow out from your
mouth at the same time? Is money what really makes the
world go around? Is the proper way to use the "Club" hiding in your car and
then severely beating any would-be thieves about the head with it until his
brains ooze out from his ears? Will I ever stop with these idiotic questions?
These, and other inane questions just like these, will NOT be answered here.
Sorry, but it just ain't my cup o' tea. If you REALLY want an answer to the
question at the very top ... think about it. I'm a GUY. Thank you. ;-p Actually, I wouldn't like to generalize
and say that ALL men are pigs. Just the ones that like to roll around in
mud and eat anything that you throw in front of 'em. ^o^ But seriously,
I'm just your typical abnormal individual. I have to be, after having
graduated from Chicago. Having a scarred psyche is just part and parcel
of UofC education. Now, what was I supposed to be talking about on this page? Oh right, my interests. That's easy. I have none. End of story. End of page. Next! What? I can't get away with that? Oh alright. The stuff that I waste my time and money (Too much money. WAY too much money. I need to find cheaper interests. Or turn to a life of crime. The second option is easier.) on includes the following: |
Staring at the wall. You think I'm kidding don't you? Counting my toes. You find much more interesting things between your toes than inbetween your fingers. Cross-dressing. Y'know, G-strings REALLY chafe. Beating around the bush. Some say beating the bush directly would be more therapeutic but I'm too lazy to clean up the mess. Playing hide and seek with my imaginary friend. He's not very good at it. I usually win. Pretending to be Superman. So far, no one has noticed that I'm an imposter. Sticking my finger into the electrical outlet. This would explain many things, eh? |