how perfectly swell: matthew prins (or matt prins, or thew, or...oh, you don't care) alone with his stupidity
I am a bit disappointed. I am at the Henrico County Library on a "filtered" computer. Despite all the racy innuendo that Prinsiana is known for, not a single page on the site seems to be blocked. Not even the page that mentions M. Night Shyamalan's nudity. This cannot stand.
Let's try a few jokes and see what happens.
Kim and I have decided to abstain from sex until we have our first child.
Why did the naked man cross the road? To buy some clothing.
Why did the naked woman cross the road? Again, to buy some clothing.
Why did the naked dog cross the road? Because that's where the fire hydrant was. (That is why all dogs, clothed or unclothed, cross the road.)
There's five sexual references within, oh, maybe 200 words. That ought to do it.
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.