Discuss.

P.S. I'm going to bed, it's six in the morning and I want to wake up while the sun is still up outside.

Fair enough.

Don Chaknow, a famous Italian/Native American Don from Brooklyn.

What's to discuss?

ummm...no, i dont know

I know!

Wait... know what? *shifty glance* I didn't do it, I swear.

donchaknow this topic ir really pointless.
donchaknow

donchaknow

must have read that like 20 times before i figured out what it meant. Dont you know.

Omg, i am dense.

Hee hee hee...

A knife weilding monkey...

He knows.

Whats more, he knows that YOU know...

He's watchin you...

Of course I know he's watching me. You think I use the extra glisteny oil over my naked body when I'm alone? Of course not. That's for my audience.

And I am very appreciative of that fact.

He's my favourite stalker, too. Has the nicest scope of his rifle and everything.

Does it show off your rosy complexion?

If I look anything other than white you've caught me after an animal sacrifice. Sorry, I should clean up after those.

Oh, please no, I wouldn't want to inconveniance you.

It's just that kittens have a surprisingly high volume of blood, you see.

That explains the popping noise when you put them in the microwave.

Kittens. So juicy, they plump when you cook 'em.

Do you save the juice to bathe in?

I would, but my ritualistic sacrefice demands I use a mallet, so...

I see, exploding decompression.

More like exploding compression. Because I compress them until they explode. With a mallet.

Wow, this one has gone a little to out there for even me. And I dislike cats.

I would pay to see that.

Somwhere, Gallagher is weeping.

It may have nothing to do with this subject, but he's weeping, nonetheless.

If there was every a place to say something that had nothing to do with the topic, than this is that place.

Hey, he had his Jihad against fruits and/or vegetables, I have my crusade against small mammalian creatures.

We both solve our problems with hammers.

Like real men.

We're manly men. Don't let the womens' underwear fool you.

Though the corsets are questionable.

People usually bring up the anal beads. I see you're a progressive sort.

Anal beads?

I thought that was a neck massager.

My head's not that far up my own rectum.

Ah, so you caught onto my subtle reference. Kudos. But seriously, Anal beads? Why? What could the benefit concievably be?

It'll be a rare day when one can slip past me a rectal joke.

Prostate stimulation.

Fingers not good enough?

We're going down a slippery slope here.

Find me a way to fit five or six fingers in concurrently that are the same diameter and we'll talk.

So much talk of the borderline, gosh guys, you make me want to go a listen to TOOL.

I... don't think we've actually been told off for being risque.

You know, yet.

Edit:
Also, listen to Momus' God Is A Tender Pervert if you can find it. I love that song.

Lyrics are acceptable if you can't find it.

Couldnt find it sadly as I would really like to hear their instramental stile. The lyrics were intresting to say the least, especially the last verse. Oh, and i believe the song title is actually "The Angels Are Voyeurs".

So I mistake the word song for album.

The music is actually quite incongruous. My Catholic mother quite enjoyed the song when I played it too low for her to hear the lyrics.

Must find some of their stuff as im always looking for new music.

It is pretty abstract. It just speaks to me.

And tells me to burn puppies.

Hehe, im going to listen to some stephen lynch now.

Special Fred.... That should be enough

I always preferred Beelz.

Burnt Puppy always makes me hungry.

I want to try dolphin.

Only, I don't like fish so I'm going to search for a land-dolphin.

Also, before some idiot says that they're mammals, I'm aware.

Land-Dolphin? Don't we call them dogs?

No. Dogs are hairier.

Land-dolphins are the smartest prey you can hunt on land.

Um...humans?

Is that a penis reference?