I know it’s pronounced KEEN-wah. But I fear I will never stop reading it as kwin-OH-uh.
“I only do two things well in this world: I take money from bitches, and I sell drugs to the community.”
MEDICAL BREAKTHROUGH: I’ve just discovered that the pain associated with trying and failing to pop a zit on your inner thigh causes immediate onset of advanced Tourette syndrome. Someone call The New England Journal Of Medicine and have them reserve next month’s cover.
I’ve already got a great title. It literally came out of my mouth against my will: FUCK SHIT COCKFUCK!: The Hidden Neurodermatological Pain Receptor/Tourette Link.
CHECKUP: There is an old male principal that served me well… “If you do something that causes a problem, it’s a certainty that doing more of that thing will SOLVE the problem.” So I squeezed extra hard until I had tears in my eyes and it popped. This hard knot of what I can only assume was once pus popped out of my skin and the throbbing is gone now, mostly.
I’m watching Blues Brothers 2000 for the first time, and it hurts… SO… bad…
Remember how it felt when you first watched Conan The Destroyer? Yeah, it’s like that. And yet, I can’t look away…
Watching was it’s own punishment. BELIEVE ME.