cuddle10

SSSOOOOOOOOO this is my 10th post. We should celebrate by running naked through a forest of republican red wood trees. Then these trees would see a parade of naked people then they will continue to judge is because we are parading nakedly. Which brings me to my next point: There should be a porn out there where everyone is naked then they put clothes on. This would greatly influence the porn industry in a new completely different direction. At this current moment in time, there is a cartoon about a trickster that keeps tricking everyone and making himself look good. They're going to trick the trickster by tricking him into believing that he has found out all their tricks and trying to trick him in an obvious tricky way. Guess what? They succeed! Good thing the world is perfect and everything is in balance. I love life. Hey

just a pic of different mustaches

cuddle8

Yo. Rain sucks. I'm very hungry, and just got some money.
The cash is not mine,
it belongs to the one I never call honey.


i'll probably stay home all day.
Its really cold out and Im feelin kinda gay.

Oh man I really miss the fall,
I really don't like the snow, it hurts my ball.

Yea I only have one, and its not too bad.
I'm talking about the chest hair that belongs to my dad.

This post makes no sense at all,
I don't think anyone reads this shit anyways.
I have nothing to rhyme so lawl lawl lawl.

Today really sucked, my teacher is so old and has no clue.
I can't stand his class, its pointless retarded and a waste of gas.
I sat there in my chair today, bored and hungry with nothing to say.

I whipped it out, when no one was looking and started to play with it.
Class was much better now, although everyone could hear my computer go click click click.
After a while I started watching Back to the Future,
Guy next to had never seen it, he was getting to close.
Lucky for me I'm a smoocher.

Hey

Cuddle2

   So this is my second post. Today I will start with....There are oxen in my bed and in the wonderlands, you too can poop on unicorns. Now that that is all out my system...what to say...I wanted to post something yesterday but just couldn't get around to it. Yesterday morning I worked at a previous job that I am kinda on call but not really employed there...ya that's how Mr. Cuddles like to roll.
   So last time I worked at this job(restaurant that shall remain nameless for the sole reason that I think needs a new name, so now I guess I will give it a name....The Slipper Nipple...?...sure) was about two weeks ago. Which is okay because this job can be very depressing, especially after numerous years. Mr. Cuddles has bills to pay though, can't just cuddle and snuggle for free ya know. Pillow pets=pets that are pillows. Yea I threw that in there. So I show up at The Slippery Nipple bright and early, brightness made up of my sadness and despair. Not to mention the sun was not out yet either..damn you sun. But it is okay, I don't really enjoy the sunlight, this doesn't mean that I'm a night person. I don't enjoy the night either...can't see anything...and cuddling in the dark is not easy...SO I go to the back door, since The Slippery Nipple didn't open for another 3 hours. So I start pounding on the cold and ugly door with hopes that someone is inside already and will let me into the poo hole I once called my occupational career. After a few seconds, someone had heard my pounding and came to let me in. I was surprised that I was heard, I was not pounding with my good pounding hand. It was pretty sore from the night before. I was pounding away like an angry flock of koala bears at my you know......you know.....my nice very clean and dust free pair of....bongos. I was playing that bongo donkey kong game for the gamecube that nobody really played. BACK TO THE STORY, the story of my hardcore pounding can wait for another time.
   So the door opens and I see one my favorite work associates, for privacy reasons I will call this beautiful person....HornyTreeStump. HorneyTreeStump is a great person, she's great to talk to. Plus I'm pretty sure she has been around the block more than a few times,...she goes to the gas station down the street all the time. So the door opens and there is HornyTreeStump. I was glad to see her, but didn't tell her that because I didn't want things to get weird, I think her stump grows wet branches when I'm around...if ya know what I'm saying.  So I go and clock into the so called "register", I'm pretty sure my phone has more processing power than those pieces of poo that are so important to the purpose of The Slippery Nipple, but what ever keeps The Slippery Nipple open and happy, more money in Mr. Cuddles' pocket, which means more things to buy and cuddle. Next I notice that there is a grill technician there taking apart our grill, or as I liked to call her...Esmeralda. For privacy purposes, I will call the technician Mr. Quiet Mustard Mustache Man. This was a problem, I was suppose to clean the grill this morning, I had promised another employee that I would, and now I was going to break this promise which would result in more sadness. Then cuddling becomes very hard for Mr. Cuddles. The employee of which I speak is also a very good friend, we'll call him Pointy Lolly Pop. So I continued the shift with my other responsibilities, preparing The Slippery Nipple for action. As the morning progressed HornyTreeStump and I talked about the usual stuff: my life, her sex life, her kids, more of her sex life, and how she needs to stop smoking. She had been out of town recently and was telling my about how the people on the plane were so attractive and she wanted to do things that involved dirty kitchen utensils and slightly used baby diapers. Now this didn't really seem appealing to Mr. Cuddles but what ever keeps the HornyTreeStump going I guess...WOW my neighbor has a visitor, Its freaking almost midnight, he has not had a visitor over since he caught his girl cheating on him and kicked her out, that was an entertaining couple of days. So at work it was almost time for the boss to come in, we'll call her The Gentle Water Buffalo, she's is one the best bosses I've had in all of my cuddling career. She doesn't trust anyone and loves to work, I dont know much about her personal life, but I did hear a long time ago that there was a rumor about a time she banged another employee that really knew how to bang those that are bangable and like to keep secrets about the banging bangs that they have. But we'll probably never know.
    So Mr. Quiet Mustard Mustache Man was just about done with the repairs and was well in his way out. Around this time I started to tell HornyTreeStump about a blog project that I was starting at school at CMU(CuddlesMuchUniversity) lol. Then I read a small passage from my first blog post ever, and she seemed to enjoy it. Which then gave the motivation to continue this blog of mine, soon after though I lost the motivation to continue....I think I should see someone who thinks they can help me about my possible motivation issues. I sure hope no one really reads these posts. I will probably post all my feelings and emotions during this blog experiment, I might even cry. I haven't done that in....maybe going on 11years.
   I am going to conclude this post very soon, since I am very tired and hungry. I'll just wrap up the rest of my day....I said no to my boss at my real job for the first time, I became a little more unhappy about how I feel about myself, and I played some Batman Arkham City, man that game is so freaking sweet. By the way I hear that Joker dies at the end of it. I didn't see that coming. O well I still need to finish the game, although I traded in today. This was my day opening the Slippery Nipple with a HornyTreeStump, Br Quiet Mustard Mustache Man, and the Gentle Water Buffalo while breaking a promise to the Pointy Lolly Pop. O well, thanks for reading dont forget to cuddle and pretend to be happy to make others around you feel jealous of your false happiness. Poop on those unicorns. Hey

Cuddle

This is my first blog. I want attention so i decided to just start typing and see where this leads. Im in class right now, my teacher is talking away about stuff and i dont give a flying candy bar about what he's saying. For now we will call him Mr. DirtyLampPost. One of my partners of my group just left the class room. I think he's into me or something, or always trying to get im my pants. lucky me im wearing shorts. O great he's back and going to start reading this, bastard. He just put some chap stick on, it smells really good, asshole. I wish my chap stick smelled this good. Now we're going to start talking about the chapter,.......ajfsf;lejanf.sdfnba;...lame. Its completely useless and a waste of time and paper, I love to cuddle with trees. Damn it Mr. DirtyLampPost, quit looking over here. More stories about his past, its like horrible reruns. Same stories over and over again. Theres a couple chicks in here that i wouldnt mind taking out and you know.....tie their shoes. So slopppy. Bitches. I feel a little better about the way Im feeling now. Partner over here is so excited about getting his haircut. Im happy for him and i hope he gets the cut he wants. He looks kinda tired, BJAY needed there. Not going to spell check, this blog thing might turn interesting. Cheeeeck back.Hey.