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damn I love sushi

This weekend I watched the movie “Finding Nemo” for the very first time. I found myself totally engrossed in the movie due to the fact that I was so delighted with Ellen DeGeneres as Dory the fish. She had that muthafucker down pat and was so much fun to listen too. And the other thing in the movie that rocked were those insane Seagulls.

I’ve been dealing with a friend this morning that’s flipping the fuck out due to the fact that she’s found out that her young son has been looking at the dreaded velvet pink slipper on the Internet. It seems that mom went to load some music into her mp3 player and instead of music popping up on her media player, this chick popped up who was getting cornholed whilst on all fours. She called the kid into the room and fronted his little masturbating ass over the shit and swear to god he hit her with the classic I’m not really looking at porn excuse.

“It’s not my fault, I was looking for sporting goods and all these pop-ups started appearing”

Whatever, it seems that the little fist masher found out mom’s AOL password and has been burning that muthafucker up since the first of the year. I had to laugh when she told me that when she went to check the cookies, instead of what used to be a long bar and just a few cookies. The bar had shrunk to almost nothing cause the cookies had grown into the thousands. I told her apparently that her baby boy had turned into a young man over night and what he was doing was nothing worse then what I did back in the day when I was his age. Only difference is that instead of sneaking my father’s Playboy’s and hiding under the big bush in the back yard or under the car, he had the Internet to go too. I told her that now that she knows what’s been going on she can deal with it at a corrective level and for god’s sake change all your passwords.

And am I the only person in fuckin America with a blogsite or whatever, that’s not into Hunter S. Thompson? I’ve never read his books, or seen any movies made from his books. I vaguely remember reading some of his shit in Rolling Stone Magazine way the fuck back in the eighties. I have no idea what "gonzo journalism” is or means, and it wasn’t until just recently that I found out that Garry Trudea’s character “Duke” in the Doonesbury cartoon series was based on Hunter S. Thompson. I feel so alone.

"and the monkey flipped the switch"