SSS: JUDY JUDGES, NOT GOD

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click above on a different side of Judge Judy, Hey Jude, what up, it's ya boy phoenix, hello you sexy cougar, you with your stern exterior and melting interior, what up? *hi* *wink wink* *smooch* for #2 in the series.

for the first time in ages, i really have nothing planned for this one. i usually am quite anal when it comes to preparation for my blog posts, i know two weeks in advance exactly what i'm gonna post and what i'm gonna write, at least the thesis of it, i outline later, but now, not so much. for the first time in my life, i am unprepared, i woke up without a plan or even an idea, i had with me just some Sugar In The Raw packets in my hand and a few scraps of thought gleaned from the countless mommy authors in blogland.

speaking of anal, i enjoy anal.

performing anal

and occasionally...

how is your day going today, dear reader? let's talk about you for a change. have you fallen in love today? if not, your day is an abject waste. unless you fall in love each day, you're not really living, your enzymes dry up, and you have to fill them with ghastly things like Dr. Phil and religion.

are you judgmental generally? STOP IT!!! stop it now! you can't judge, only Judge Judy can judge. God can't judge the same way Santa can't judge...dammit, Santa, if you had only given me that damn Mortal Kombat game that one year i was good, i wouldn't be a fucking blogger now, i'd be out in the world making my fortune and fucking all the babes. Mortal Kombat teaches life lessons, like when to punch or hold the punch, when to negotiate out your problems and when to sweep-kick, when blood is required, whether or not the situation calls for a FATALITY or a BABALITY. i always loved those babalities when the hardened Kombat warriors turn into cute little babies, they are so cute in their diapers, baby cute, *sucking on a pacifier* goo-goo, gaa-gaa and...wait, Nurse, i'm not done yet...

what? oh, it's time for me to go, gotta get another Sugar-In-The-Raw injection, keeps my moods artificially high, my humours, i always lobby to eat the sugar straight from those nifty brown packets, but the nurses insist on the spike in the vein to make sure i'm not fooling them, keeping the sugar packet under my tongue and spitting it out into the trash the moment they leave the room.

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