Wanted: Apartment With Toilet- Minus Duct Tape

I am looking for an apartment in Boulder, CO for the months of April-June while I'm at CP+B. I don't care who with- or who owns it, as long as it is girls. Because as I've learned in Hamburg, living with boys is a different creature. This is why:


My Current Toilet.

The Eyes of Urgasm

Besides the fact the the blog is hysterical- this specific blog posting is about me, and I'm very pleased that my prank was so long lasting

Guten Grim

Hug in a box

If you want one, I know where to get one.
In fact, I'll mail it to you...

Sexy People and Hugs

There is nothing I love better than feathers, leather, and mullets.

Inside you are your organs

Whenever I go to the Hauptbahnof (the main train station in hamburg), I always see a lot of interesting people. Mostly on Saturdays, but any day you could walk through it without stopping and see something weird.

Saturday I stood for about 5 minutes and I saw a girl dressed as a cat, a man wearing a black skirt trimmed with pink and a suit coat, two boys about the age of 9 or 10 with mullets that would rival anything in the 80's and 90's- I particularly loved the stripe down the left sides of their heads and how their hair matched each other's completely.

Then there was the woman you'd mistake for a bird. She had feathers flying off of everything- coat, hat, purse, shoes, earrings. It was like the tattooed leopard man.

Amidst all these... people who stand out... there are all the normal gents and ladies. While the others are weird on their outsides, I wonder about the people whose outsides are of ordinary appearance. What are they hiding on the inside?

HmmDoodles

While talking to my german room mate yesterday, I had an epiphany, which I remembered when I wrote my last post

if your mom is a mother fu**er, does that mean she's a lesbian, or, would the correct terminology be a father fu**er?

That was not a sissy scream, it was my war cry.

Dude, I'm gonna get my magic wipes out, this muth'a fu**er, he's in the wrong crib