so steve ponker’ll find out from one of his little cherub minions if haploid leaks too much magic, so we have to take breaks every now and then from boat science. last week one of those little fuckers told on us for drawing penises on the moon and steve ponker came down and blah blah blahed at us about the natural order of things. shut UP steve ponker, god. he leaves eventually, after like thirty minutes. my girl closes her eyes and floats about. i make a really really funny joke, you had to be there i guess because it won’t look funny written down. “heehee ha ha ha” we all laughed.
i hear when we were younger we were all fucked up. i can see that. i was shot from a cannon from then to here, tumbling headfirst with time roaring and whistling arou- plaurghueack my entire body is suddenly innervated by a a spiderweb woven of adrenaline. reality seems tangible. preliminary internal diagnostics suggest that my unconscious self just remembered something that me right now has kinda forgotten, but it’ll hit me in a few seconds...
oh fuck i totally missed my show shit shit
nobody cares that i'm late. place is packed, jeez. the dinosaurs are in their usual corner. they’re good sports and a great fanbase to have. basically they have shitty senses of humor and so all of them think i’m hiiiiiiiiiilarious like nick cannon. it’s nice, them laughing makes the audience think my dumb jokes have some profound subtext and so they laugh too. think i’ll close with the frothy testicles joke, ted tyrannosaur LOVES that one. ack my lips keep bumping the mic, so many germs probably. maybe a hot girl had her mouth here too though, could be worth looking into. i’m such a fucking perv. but it’s so satisfying looking at girls and imagining your heartbeatbeatbeatbeat and that mindrush a second before you two kiss for the first time.
these people are having a shitload of fun. i have some fun too, lots of high fives and faces of people just barely interesting enough where i can imagine voluntarily subjecting myself to their noise and tolerating it well. nah i’m not that much a misanthrope, i’d like it. it’s just soooooooooo much work and i just want to hurry home and jerk off.
i continuously dump my short term memory for the next hour, so it feels like i teleported back to haploid & co. haploid’s cuddling with a cutie. ahhhhh i want to cuddle with her too! i want to cuddle with approximately 3 out of every 5 girls i meet. the others are working on the framework for a large banana. why are they building a banana. oh gosh it kind of turns me on just to look at girls’ waistlines, you know? the classic drool-inducing features, tits and ass, can be just cherries on top of an exquisite general figure.
i think about waistlines for my nightly mini cardio workout. man i’m spent. man i have to work on that fucking boat tomorrow god oh well that is going to my future self anyway. me now is just going to sleep, criss cross hazy good nuhhhhh vreebuddy