Outgoing, radiant, and loud are three
words I would use to describe Ali. There
has never been a time, that we hung and
she didn't make me smile. A Lebowski
fan, a thinker, a drinker. Ali = fun times.
Posted
Did you ever wonder what would happen
if a Cabbage Patch Kid got frozen in
time and then awoke in 2005? Stop
wondering and take a look at Alison.
Also, if she chopped off the rest of her
hair, she would look exactly like Todd
Weiden who moved away in seventh
grade. For the record, Todd Weiden also
looks like a grown up Cabbage Patch
Kid.
And I don't smell like poo. No matter
what you've been told by Cabbage
Patch Face.
It's true, I did once stuff dollar bills down
Alison's g-string... but I kissed each one
of them tenderly before I gently inserted
then into the elasticated waist line of our
love... which was ripe, like a freshly
picked plucked plum. Grrrmph.
There are few girls in this world that I would not
like to face in a WWF match. Ali would be one of
these...... there are few people in this world that
can carry industrial sized, metal trays full of
pumpkin pie with one hand, and think noting of it!
I am Alie's fake gay mother. I am a
real gay, but a fake mother, as, having
no uterus, I am incapable of
reproducing. That's the good news.
Alie is the most pure person I have met.
She is not capable of anything that
would be mean or hurtful, unless it's
making fun of me. It is true that I
yell at Alie, but Alie doesn't know how
to use the intercom system at work, and
at least ten times a day we have to hear
her high screeching voice (it sounds
like a hawk attacking it's prey) yell:
"JONATHON!! SOMEONE'S ON THE PHONE!!!!"
I think it is wonderful that Alie
refuses to enter the 21st century.
Shouting is so much better than speaking
normally into an electronic device that
amplifies the sound. Thank you, Alie,
for making my ears bleed!
We went to a Ron Weiner concert
once. Blinfolding me on the
ride, I thought she was just being kinky.
Turns out it's an underground
cult who drink the blood of still living
(barely) rats. It was our turn to
imbibe, so Alison picked a freakishly
large vermin and shouted "kegstand!" I
found myself holding her legs as she
dangled upsidedown, surrounded by
fellow Weiner fanclub members,
chanting her name in unison (except
here, she was known as "Mistress." Just
as I watched the last remaining ounce of
blood ooze from the rat's depleted
stomach into Mistress' gaping mouth,
the ground beneath us rumbled,
knocking us off balance. As I flipped the
quenched Mistress back on her heels,
the leader himself-Ron Weiner-rose
from the depths of some sort of mucus
pool. Microphone in hand, Ron Weiner
sang to us with a reverance so powerful
and moving, that everyone, including
myself, were brought to tears. On the
ride home, we stopped for ice cream.
Posted
Alie wears men's clothes. She is also
not 84 years old. That bitch is full of lies.
Ah, the other Alison, my brand new
friend. She's got a lovely, sick sense
of humor and is a real good time out on
the town. Can't wait to start shooting
films with her! (No, not THOSE kind of
films...we've already done that.)
Testimonials and Comments for Alison
Mil beijos,
Rodrigo
words I would use to describe Ali. There
has never been a time, that we hung and
she didn't make me smile. A Lebowski
fan, a thinker, a drinker. Ali = fun times.
if a Cabbage Patch Kid got frozen in
time and then awoke in 2005? Stop
wondering and take a look at Alison.
Also, if she chopped off the rest of her
hair, she would look exactly like Todd
Weiden who moved away in seventh
grade. For the record, Todd Weiden also
looks like a grown up Cabbage Patch
Kid.
And I don't smell like poo. No matter
what you've been told by Cabbage
Patch Face.
Alison's g-string... but I kissed each one
of them tenderly before I gently inserted
then into the elasticated waist line of our
love... which was ripe, like a freshly
picked plucked plum. Grrrmph.
like to face in a WWF match. Ali would be one of
these...... there are few people in this world that
can carry industrial sized, metal trays full of
pumpkin pie with one hand, and think noting of it!
real gay, but a fake mother, as, having
no uterus, I am incapable of
reproducing. That's the good news.
Alie is the most pure person I have met.
She is not capable of anything that
would be mean or hurtful, unless it's
making fun of me. It is true that I
yell at Alie, but Alie doesn't know how
to use the intercom system at work, and
at least ten times a day we have to hear
her high screeching voice (it sounds
like a hawk attacking it's prey) yell:
"JONATHON!! SOMEONE'S ON THE PHONE!!!!"
I think it is wonderful that Alie
refuses to enter the 21st century.
Shouting is so much better than speaking
normally into an electronic device that
amplifies the sound. Thank you, Alie,
for making my ears bleed!
once. Blinfolding me on the
ride, I thought she was just being kinky.
Turns out it's an underground
cult who drink the blood of still living
(barely) rats. It was our turn to
imbibe, so Alison picked a freakishly
large vermin and shouted "kegstand!" I
found myself holding her legs as she
dangled upsidedown, surrounded by
fellow Weiner fanclub members,
chanting her name in unison (except
here, she was known as "Mistress." Just
as I watched the last remaining ounce of
blood ooze from the rat's depleted
stomach into Mistress' gaping mouth,
the ground beneath us rumbled,
knocking us off balance. As I flipped the
quenched Mistress back on her heels,
the leader himself-Ron Weiner-rose
from the depths of some sort of mucus
pool. Microphone in hand, Ron Weiner
sang to us with a reverance so powerful
and moving, that everyone, including
myself, were brought to tears. On the
ride home, we stopped for ice cream.
not 84 years old. That bitch is full of lies.
friend. She's got a lovely, sick sense
of humor and is a real good time out on
the town. Can't wait to start shooting
films with her! (No, not THOSE kind of
films...we've already done that.)