Have you grown a sweet beard as in the commercials? Or has it combined with your current facial hair to form some sort of sentient super beard? Maybe they’re fighting for facial real estate. If so, who’s winning? I would imagine your hair because it has roots.
I first started reading this blog a few months ago when I wired my life to Johannesburg in South Africa. I found out that was an international lottery scam and I banged my head against the wall. I lost faith.
So everyday, I read a little of Smivey’s older crap in the hospital just to try to grin. Day after day, under such absurd influence, I learnt to write a dysfunctional blog from it. I was not afraid anymore because this blog showed me other people like him were just as disturbed.
Lately my new blog’s stats has finally climbed to a decent count and people started talking about and telling me how (my) writing means to them in a good way, just like how I’m telling Smivey’s writing means to me here. The wound on my head is healing.
So, if one day Smivey gets really experimental with sick things like this and asks me to eat this pizza, I’ll actually swallow the whole thing.
hahaha.
Have you grown a sweet beard as in the commercials? Or has it combined with your current facial hair to form some sort of sentient super beard? Maybe they’re fighting for facial real estate. If so, who’s winning? I would imagine your hair because it has roots.
Are you kidding? I wouldn’t eat that crap. I swiped the photo from Flickr.
Is this because nobody’s eating the Domino’s Normal Marinara and Cheese pizza?
Good point.
Thief. Sentientsuperbeardless thief.
That just looks sick!
Only in America…
Ha. These days, I don’t know about that, Claudia. Give it time. It seems like Domino’s is everywhere.
i can’t believe i didn’t shoot it! . . . or make it for that matter.
Das sheisse alpen, eh, Claudia?
That looks awesome.
I blogged it first: http://coolblogname.com/1977/10/18/oreo-cookie-pizza/
I think even gross things like this crap look better on http://www.smiveysucks.com.
I first started reading this blog a few months ago when I wired my life to Johannesburg in South Africa. I found out that was an international lottery scam and I banged my head against the wall. I lost faith.
So everyday, I read a little of Smivey’s older crap in the hospital just to try to grin. Day after day, under such absurd influence, I learnt to write a dysfunctional blog from it. I was not afraid anymore because this blog showed me other people like him were just as disturbed.
Lately my new blog’s stats has finally climbed to a decent count and people started talking about and telling me how (my) writing means to them in a good way, just like how I’m telling Smivey’s writing means to me here. The wound on my head is healing.
So, if one day Smivey gets really experimental with sick things like this and asks me to eat this pizza, I’ll actually swallow the whole thing.
You suck Smivey.
;-)
The Other Girl
it’s been a while. are you on strike?
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