postcards

Um…yeah. Reading Post Secret is like reading a really bad book. Everyone tries to be all deep, controversial and emotional, like they’re all ready to slit their wrists when all they want to do is talk about themselves. ZZzzz. I kind of want to write up a bunch of fake ones and mail them in.

But yeah, like this one? I don’t know about you, but porn sounds pretty much the same in all different languages. There’s only one way to groan and grunt. Sure, Japanese girls sounds like they’re in a lot of pain but that’s part of the appeal (or so they tell me) but nonetheless, it’s a helluva lot different than someone talking about god.

AMIRIGHT?

PS. And it’s probably not really a sermon. They’re actually talking about you. Don’t you know that’s what people always talk about when they’re speaking a different language?

PPS. Speaking of porn, B was telling me about this funny blog called Boner Party and I tried to look it up in the car. Apparently it’s not bonerparty.com but a Tumblr site. So I almost opened up the gay porn site on my iPhone until I re-read the warning that used words like “anal” and “penetration.” Close one, eh? But at least I know that porn works on my phone. Who needs those iPhone apps when you’ve got this?!

PPPS. This conversation let to another blog idea, which I was going to give a really nasty name but since I like to keep things classy around here, I won’t say what it is. Can you guess?