Feed the Taco

I’m starting to feel like Tyler Durden. Only instead of trying make a better society for the unseen masses the world that keep it running, I’m just trying to destroy logic. My neutral twin brother, MaximumTacolord, has been doing it for awhile at his website, www.tacolord.com. But I think he’s missing out on prime resources here in the blog world. Consider it, there are millions of people here who defy logic everyday and write about their life for dozens to ignore. These are soldiers without a general, I could be the general to lead them to edges of oblivion! With a little guidance I’m sure they’d stop eating dog food long enough to change the world. Hmm, perhaps Taco was right about ignoring the bloggers, but that’s no reason for me to stop now. There are no reasons.


In other news, So me and Jenni have been talking about bringing absurdity to relationships. We’ve experimented with boredom tactics, leaving your partner tied to the bed and walking away to play Tekken. It leaves them alone to wonder what will happen next. We’ve set up a bet to see how long it’d take the person tied up to go nuts. My wager rests around the three day marker. With a little luck, in three days I’ll be the proud owner of a new tickler. Apparently Jenni used to be a dominatrix, but one summer she left all her stuff in the garage and her mom took it. Now she doesn’t want it backIn retrospect, I don’t really care if I win this bet. But I do like the thought of Jenni in leather.

Shut up because I love you.