Friday, May 15, 2009

JUST ANOTHER MANIC FRIDAY.

I had a dream this past week that my main MAIN giant hippo-assed supervisor at work found this blog and she left a sarcastic evil comment on one of my posts. EEK! GOD FORBID!

Is anyone going to watch the Farrah Fawcett documentary on NBC tonight? Yeah, it should be a real
fun treat to see how our once sexy 70s icon is now dying of freakin' cancer! UGH! HOW AWFULLY SAD AND DEPRESSING! God bless ya Farrah and the many out there suffering from this terrible cruel affliction. I myself plan to die of a massive heart attack during sexo caliente in the year 4056, upon which I will be leaving this dimension into a terrific garden and waterfall paradise inhabited by white boys that look like Ryan Reynolds and Chris Evans or Latinos such as Mario López and Eddie Cibrian. Yeah, in this new afterlife, there shall be no pain, no suffering, no road rage drivers, no defecation, no aging, no death, no bills, only eternal gym bods and six pack abs, and hot Roman-style orgies with no eternal damnation to hell to worry about like one does now! In my version of "heaven", cute puppy dogs will roam freely as well and do funny tricks and even be able to communicate, like that dog on Family Guy. Listen, I just wrote this paragraph completely sober by the way, so before you go around accusing me of smoking some weed, THINK AGAIN MISTER! LOLOL! It's my own little version of What Dreams May Come.

The truth is, I never buy clothes because I hate having to select them in the first place; it's an utter boring waste of time, but one must accentuate from time to time I suppose. I did get myself on over to Target this past week and picked up a couple
of new pants and stuff. Hey, who are you to judge me?! TARGET HAS A FIRST-RATE SELECTION OF WARDROBE FOR MEN OKAY?! I know I seen dem models on those runways in Paris and Milan wearing Mossimo or Wrangler at one time or another! There were quite a few nice-looking dudes too, the day I was there shopping; me and my wandering eyes, forever incorrigible. While it would be nice to shop at a more reputable store, I'm just not one of these gay dudes who cares too much about what I wear as much as most of these fashionistas. One can look rather nice and trendy without having to spend hundreds of dollars by mixing and matching pants and shirts one already owns and by purchasing occasionally here and there. I've gotten royally criticized and mocked at some of these bars by what I wear, but I figure these fags are all drunks trying to compete with and outdo each other, so I really don't give a f*ck! Besides, in the end, don't ya wanna see me out of my clothes anyway?! DRUM ROLL PLEASE! Thank you, thank you very much.

Have a nice weekend y'all. I was thinking of leaving ya with the legendary Freddie Mercury and the superbness that was his band, QUEEN. Quite possibly the greatest voice in rock/pop music history in a silly crossdressing video to a wonderful magical song:


8 comments:

mkf said...

two things:

1) and here i was thinking all the good blogs were dead--glad to come over here and see that's not true.

2) expensive clothes are for fags who need 'em, cupcake--hell, i used to pride myself (and still do, actually) on the fact that i could walk my scruffy, unshaven ass out the door in a pair of cheap levis and a t-shirt without even glancing in a mirror and still get laid more easily than all those poor over-moisturized saps who had spent hundreds on fancy haircuts and designer duds.

if you've got it, you don't need clothes--and if you don't, all the clothes in the world ain't gonna help. nice to see you get that.

yoichi5 said...

Yes! I'm not the only fag who hates shopping for clothes. I used to have a female friend who would go shopping with me to help pick stuff out. Left to my own devices now.... well, it's just a mess. Everything in my closet is black.

sttropezbutler said...

My number one provider of clothing is Lands End. What can I say? I can buy 7 of everything and never have to think about what I'm wearing. Very Katherine Hepburn of me doncha think! LOL

Have a wonderful weekend.

STB

Bill German said...

thanks for making my day with the freddie in drag video, its a shame HIV drugs were not available at his time. play safe

alice said...

Freddie was a genius.... his voice was so powerful it could break glass and hearts at the same time. He died way too young.

The package may be brightly wrapped, but it's what inside that really matters.....

RG said...

I love me some Tar-zhay! I got my sling there. Well actually I got the parts to make my sling there, but nevertheless....

I'm not a fan of buying clothes either. And fuck the fag fashionistas - live by the label, die by the label. LOL

Have a great weekend.

Sebastien said...

Damn, you really made me laugh hard with this post!!!

What is it you called your advisor, main main hippo assed supervior!!! Haha, that killed me...

I like Target as well. Good prices.

Eddie said...

Wow. I want to be a part of your visualized heaven. I actually pictured my self frolicking alongside you being trailed by puppies and several other flying angels (all this being done in a manly sorta way of course).

My wardrobe is a mixed bag of all sorts of style. When I'm at work, I wear the fitted collar shirts and dress pants with a sharp crease and buffed leather shoes. When I'm not at work, it's all about the jeans and various t-shirts. I actually feel comfortable in both. As far as where I shop, I've been to the TARGETS (that's how my mom says it) plenty of times. I get lost in that store. I think if you have a somewhat decent body, its up to you to WEAR the clothes, not the other way around. And don't worry buddy, you've got the body.

Besitos WAT love. Sorry I haven't been around. I almost fell into the uninspired bin again...

PS. I wouldn't have thought you were smoking when describing heaven as much as I suspected you might have dropped acid. LMAO.

I kid.