it's an empty box

sex on the beach?... actually, i thought there was something else in the clipboard when i pasted that first phrase, but there's nothing hornier than a freudian clipboard, so it slipped out... or in... the blog box, not empty anymore...

kind of not too unlike religion or the amazing miracle wonder drug commercials (praise delusions) on tv that are 90% warnings that you might simply DIE! DIE! DIE! if you take the drug but the truly amazing things are the smiley-happy disclaimers disowning all responsibility for anything harmful that might happen to you if you are stupid enough to pay them to risk your life like no worries take this wonder drug, but if you experience dizziness, headache, disorientation, numbness, slurred speech, difficulty breathing, drooling, chest pain, blindness, random unplanned movements, loss of bowel function, uncontrollable farting, bad breath, or sudden death while taking wonderdrug™, stop taking wonderdrug™ immediately and consult with your doctor...

anyway, there is always gonna be a secret link hidden in this blog to some moment of the real physical experience (or the world, even) because it's more mila kunis that way and not just drew barrymore of reasonable eyes dancing on a desk or undressing watching sheri appleby lifted by the stool which is why mini-skirts and talk shows are such a popular fantasy among young men of a certain age even from canada and leave it to craig ferguson to always bring out the stool (which is so not a poop joke, even if he is the fart joke king, back to mila now) at the right moment... lololol. . .

so we fill it with words...