This blog has less to do with turkey basters and more to do with cake and what i mean by that is, this blog has nothing to do with turkey basters and a little to do with cake. The girl with the cake is me. The cake is mine. It will never be yours. Mainly because i ate it long before you got here and i never learnt to share so now you have no cake. I pity your absence of cake. You can keep my pity because like my love, i have a lot to give, but unlike my pity, my love is reserved for cake. And puppies. But dont feed cake to puppies because cake is people food, not puppy food.











Friday, December 3, 2010

A lesson in creativity part 1

I like the word cunt, i probably think you are one.

Some people do not have an appreciation of swearing and the creative pursuit of same. Explainations of this phenomena are as varied as the art of swearing itself and include; bilological dispositions of lameness,
unappreciation as a result of trauma, and degenerative adult onset vadgism.

These lessons in creativity combine varying degrees of swearing across a number of standard deviations and therefore may serve as a tool to both new, rehabilitating and seasoned artists alike.

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