Pop a poppler in your mouth when you come to Fishy Joe’s. What they’re made of is a mystery, where they come from, no one knows. You can pick ‘em, you can lick ‘em, you can chew ‘em, you can stick ‘em, and if you promise not to sue us, you can shove one up your nose.
I’ve been up for 2 hours and I’m so tired. I cannot get comfortable in bed, I can’t get back to sleep, my internet connection is absurdly slow for some reason, I’ve tried eating, I do not know what to do, this sentence is a run on. It is not a good night/morning.
Gotta talk to someone about it
Stephanie and I ran into each other at SDSU yesterday and it came up that we’d stopped sharing as much as we used to, so we came up with the idea of a Fuck Diary. I’m recounting various sexual experiences that she may not have heard from me the first time around. Given that a vast majority of those experiences are with Shellie, I’m finding that the memories have deep emotional resonance. It’s kinda rough.
Today is Jack Kirby’s birthday so let’s celebrate one of his greatest creations, Barda Free. How tough is Barda? Pretty tough.
Oh look someone shot Barda. Oh is that blood? Barda doesn’t give a shit. “What’s for lunch?” she asks.
Six villains in hot pursuit? Barda doesn’t care. Watch your back all six of you!
These humans and their need to fit in. Barda doesn’t care; she wears what she wants.
Oh look the guys flying this crate are passed out. Barda doesn’t give a shit. She just shoves those guys aside and grabs the wheel.
Ha ha a killer shark is about to take a bit of Barda. Barda don’t give a shit; she just punches that Shark in the face:
Oh is that a Dragon? Stand back Boostle, let Barda show it who is the boss. She’ll make that dragon cry like a baby:
Oh is that a flat tire? What use a jack? Barda don’t give a shit; she just lifts that truck right up.
What you’re supposed to use a bed for sexy times? Barda don’t give a shit; right here on the floor ‘bro
That Nasty Ass Honey Badger just doesn’t stand a chance.
- Brain at 10 pm: Welp, had a nice, long day and a good dinner. Better get a full 8-10 hours like the last two nights.
- Brain at Midnight: Hey! Listen!
- Me: What?
- Brain: Nothing, but since you're up, remember how you push away all of the women who loved you? Because I can't think of anything else and I feel like you should be awake for that.