These little Wal*Mart brand pretzel things are really disgusting, but surprisingly addictive. Oh yeah, I found something else I hate, stripper cakes: It's your 18th birthday where your with all your buddies, this big, pink-frosted, delicious-looking cake is sitting on the table saying, "Devour me, (Your name), eat me all-lll-lll." Your about to dig in when, "BOOM!" A naked guy/girl jumps out flinging pink frosted cake crumbs, which you get to clean up afterward, all over the freshly painted white walls of your new apartment wearing nothing more than a bow over his/her genitals. So, you now have a ruined cake, ruined walls, and a guy (In this example) covered in smeared pink frosting with a bow over his weenie which looks rather... queer: worst, if you try to eat said ruined cake, you'r bound to get a mouth full of STD-infested stripper pubic hair in your mouth. Guys, girls, I hpe I've partially ruined your upcoming 18th birthday/bachelor-ette party/spring break.

Okay, I'll go back to a happier note, Merry Christmas everyone! I hope you all get what you want from Santa... confession: Kids, Santa really is just some parent. I don't know if Santa's your father, mother, brother, or grandfather. He isn't real! I personally want a dreidel for Christmas. You know, one of those Jewish tops? Oh, nevermind.

PurpleLynx (That's me... not, not a lover. I'm jus' clearing things up.)

(P.S. I love the little humping smile.)