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Tuesday, June 19, 2007

Two posts in one night?

What kind of fucked up paradox is this? I'm trying to log out of MySpace and it's telling me I need to be logged-in to do that. WHAT?

The least profitable job ever?

While watching "Americas Got Talent" I decided the weirdest job ever would be to make pants for people walking on stilts. Who goes into that business, and how could they ever turn a profit? I see a person walking on stilts on an average of, I'd say, once every three or four months. That number of customers is far too small to build a business around.