  urlLink This , dorks, my doctors ball-grabbing prognosis that I am "fit as a fucker" after yesterday's check-up and my new urlLink red Nike shorts that I bought on my lunch break have combined like Voltron to make today a heroically great day. "This administration does not condone torture. " "Pssst, President Bush, condone means to like allow or overlook. " "Really? I thought I was just making up another fancy Yaleish word to confuse people. " "No, this time you made up a sensible lie.
" "Shoot it all to Fuck Swamp ... um, what I meant to say is that this administration does not perpitify torture. " "That's our, Pinochio Prince! " Nike shorts, boogers, no testicular cancer, zen. My two favorite things to yell at horrible drivers: -"Are you alive? " (I constantly suspect many zombies have learned to drive. ) -"Asslicker! " ('Cause nobody expects to be called an asslicker. ) Two things R. Girl says I have yelled at horrible drivers that I don't remember: -"Go fuck your mother. " (In my opinion worse than saying "Motherfucker! " because it's an order not a noun word. ) -"Give us justice! " (I don't remember ever saying this, but I think it's the coolest thing I've ever said. This will be written on my tombstone, dorks. ) 
