Killing Us Softly with McNuggets

Is it okay to not worry and be happy?

On the night of Nov. 27, Mrs. Katherine Ortega bought a box of fried chicken wings (not Chicken McNuggets, contrary to some reports) at a local McDonald’s restaurant and took it home to her family. While dishing it up to feed her children, Ortega noticed that one of the pieces looked, well… funny. Examining it more closely, she saw it had eyes and a beak. She screamed. It wasn’t a wing at all, she realized; it was a chicken’s head, battered, fried, and fully intact.

It sounds like an urban legend, sure enough, which is why some people have expressed skepticism. The story has earned column inches in newspapers all across the United States — even finding its way into the esteemed Washington Post — but who trusts the media to give us the facts anymore?

Whatever Happened to Mickey: Did Pop-rocks and Soda kill the Video (Commercial) star?

In a rural New Hampshire slow to the draw town, a wouldn’t-be scientist put this to the test.  Final result?  Technicolor vomit and lack of sleep for ten days.

pop rocks candy

As for Mickey?  He’s been spotted with Pee Wee Herman down in South Miami selling ice cream out of a unassuming white van.

Can you poke an eye out with a pair of your sister’s dirty socks?

No, but many girls will go on to become women who take balls to the face everyday

If you cross your eyes too long they will stay that way!

Of course, if you are a good catholic you will also go blind and grow hair in places that are best served for finger pointing!

Are there such persons as ‘evil eye’ givers?

Again, sisters, generally older, can make time stand still and winds change direction with the tilt of their Linda Blair head.  This situation can be rectified if they are force fed the following:

You can’t come in here, this is my mastabatorium!

A twenty piece McDonald’s McNugget meal with a  cup of 354 degree cup of coffee and a scoop of red Pop-rocks while being held captive by Milli Vanilli, Elvis Presley’s ghost and Mama Cass!

Well, now burning coffee is a movie!
Ever Hear About The Lady Who Spilled Coffee On Herself At McDonald’s, Then Sued For Millions?

Diaries of a Sex Addict

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Orgasm Addict
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Excerpt from the taunting sex tales of ambiguity amongst Gracie Willams of the world:

I like it when someone’s full weight is on me when I give myself an orgasm. It amuses me and my ego when someone gets off watching me get off. Almost like letting someone see the real you and than pulling the curtain shut!
ha-ha just wait till you get me to orgasm its weird looking ha-ha-ha! I contort, shake and my face gets puffy and swollen. A sight to scare the sexual-ness out of any formidable lover.
I just can’t get my body to relax when I’m fucking someone. Some have come close to giving me what I want…but than I just drift away to my own little world.

I have fucked over 220 times in a matter of four or five months. And, it was all the same thing.
I don’t know how many times I’ve used these lines. To me it’s just another day not in paradise:

…you don’t have to make me orgasm to make me happy.

…you get me weak in the knees when your in me, you give me goose bumps, you get my nipples hard

…your doing so much better than anyone I’ve have slept with

…you are doing everything right, its me

…I think I have a back of the mind fear of letting myself go

And, so it goes to Kate the psycho-bitch and my pleas for pleasing:

…no body has ever gotten that close with me. you made my body feel amazing. I can still feel the essence of your fingers in me and your shoulder and head on my stomach pulling your finger in and out of me

…you made me extremely happy….until we got caught by the police and then I was disappointed ha-ha

I adore it when it’s rough. I feel I deserve it. I witness my mother’s stoic head looming above my love victims. I hear her same old song and dance…Ambien, no one will ever love you. You are unlovable.
Sex, sex and more wonton, sex. The volunteering has put some showers on the self-love. However, late at night when I turn my anger inwards, I find myself taking care of my own business, like nobody’s business. Who knows? Maybe, a Brittany, Amber, Mercedes or Jeremy might want to just sit and watch.
It’s so hard to find good help now a days!

limitless are the travels with Annie Grace
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De-Friending

I've Fallen & I Can't Get Up
Turned away from it all like a blind man
Sat on a fence but it don’t work

How to relieve stress when masturbating and sex are no longer an option. If you saw the beach bombers I hang with you’d understand why. If you were witness to the mass destruction of my individuality…you further understand why..

Pressure pushing down on me
Pressing down on you no man ask for
Under pressure – that burns a building down
Splits a family in two
Puts people on streets
  that’s o.k.
It’s the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming ‘Let me out’
Pray tomorrow – gets me higher
Pressure on people – people on streets
 Chippin’ around – kick my brains around the floor
These are the days it never rains but it pours
 
 It’s the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming ‘Let me out’
Pray tomorrow – gets me higher high high
Pressure on people – people on streets
Turned away from it all like a blind man
Sat on a fence but it don’t work
Keep coming up with love
but it’s so slashed and torn
Why – why – why ?
Love love love love love
Insanity laughs under pressure we’re cracking
Can’t we give ourselves one more chance
Why can’t we give love that one more chance
Why can’t we give love give love give love give love
give love give love give love give love give love
‘Cause love’s such an old fashioned word
And love dares you to care for
The people on the edge of the Night
And love dares you to change our way of
Caring about ourselves
This is our last dance

So often I have been asked to watch as my friends screamed ‘Let Me Out’…

so many times, I’ve de-friended before the need became too real.

Insincerely-

Ambien stuck without Grace

Self Love Run Rampant

Lending a Helping Hand

 

Like Momma always said, when life hands you a dirty pair of underwear…don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.
So, yeah, I made from New Mexico to D.C., to Virginia…Shit, I am so happy with myself.
Thing is…I have a problem.
Well, I am my problem, we all know that. But with this volunteering thing, being in closed in quarters, housing big bodies with small ambitions, has me just a wee bit concerned.
I masturbate at least three or four times a day. Got to the point, I’d have to excuse myself at work every hour on the hour. Deal with situation, wipe myself down and clean up the mess.
Unfortunately, I turn myself on so I am the only one who can turn ‘myself’ off. My anger, my pride, my ignorance, my abandonment issues, I turned them all into a game.  It beats my old game of self mutilation!
Bad masturbation is better than none at all; at least in Ambien Grace’s world.
To maintain the lifestyle I’ve grown accustomed to I have to hide beneath the covers late at night. After all the We Be Dweebs are napping from a hard day of putting boxes together for some charity or another. And, in order for me to achieve full orgasm, as many of the victims from my romantic crime sprees will tell you, I need at least two hours.
That is very hard when Mercedes, Jennifer, Brittany and the ‘gals’ from Blue Troop for Blue Big Girls, are all within a hot and harried sexual arm’s length away.
I suppose I could give it a whirl in the communal bathroom. Tell everyone I had a bad fifth round of dinner down at the mess hall.
I kind of want to keep the communal shower thing off limits for now. I like to keep that as a DH. Designated Hitter when my own filthy thoughts aren’t enough to get my by or off!
Maybe I’ll just pop a pill. Roll my big ass over and think about something that turns me off…
I know, I’ll imagine myself as a grown up!

 

How to add Shit to any Romance

Ambien Grace-'Fed a lot of shit and kept in the dark'
Ambien Grace-
‘Fed a lot of shit and kept in the dark’

Alrighty, I had thought about what course of action to take tonight…

Not much came to mind.  Pretty vacant up there.

So we covered the vibrator cleaning:

How did you clean it?   One interested reader posted.

My response:

I kept it pretty clean.  Hot soap and warm water after every use.  Don’t allow it out in the elements for too long.  And, for good luck and improved pleasure, you should always name IT!

Another interested reader posted:

Shit, what is this all about?

Ambien Grace response to the word Shit, how and when and where to use it:

Shit, sometimes I don’t feel like I’m good enough for you-typically used to make the person responding feel bad, guilty and run down by manipulation.

Shit, fuck, shit… I wasn’t thinking. Well I went to bed because you wouldn’t talk to me.  I’m not sure why you’d think you’re having pubic hair upsets me that much.  If it did I wouldn’t be going out with you.  I’ll let mine grow if that makes you feel better.-classic reply from a woman who believes looking like a ten year old Cub Scout just entering puberty is a sexy and beautiful thing.

Quick note to potential shavers,

Hell no to waxing. Shit hurts

No to pubic hair leg hair arm pit hair.  Smooth and similar to a baby’s bottom is my motto.

Fuck this shit!  Will you just let me give you money? FB me this morning and we can meet up. For the record I go to bed feeling like shit a lot.  I just want to be with you.  I’m sorry if I can’t be more realistic it’s just how I am-obvious reaction from a 22 year old infatuated with a  married woman who insists that their volatile relationship is going nowhere, fast.

I wish you would answer my calls…but I guess I’m shit out of luck. I love you!-manipulated retort when you start to see you are lower then worm shit and everyone knows it but you!

That’s enough for today.  I have a big Harry Potter marathon planned for Beckett Couvillion and myself.  He can have the daybed, I’ll take the broken bed!  Junk food, fantasy flick about pre-teen boys and no adults allowed!
I just love being this kind of 22!  Adults make it seem so much worse than it is when you travel as, Ambien Grace.