Inspiration: A divine influence directly and immediately exerted upon the mind or soul.

I find myself asking, how much inspiration does it take for one to get off their ass and work towards their goals?
Too much is the answer to that question.

You would think if you have had life long dreams it wouldn't be so hard to put forth just enough effort to make even the slightest bit of progress.

Does it all click one day? Does it take something to push you off the edge of your boring reality and say "wake up! what are you doing with your life?" in order to even consider going for what really matters most?

Or is it that you're surrounded by people filled with doubt and dissapointment concerning the choices you have to make in your life?

There are a countless amount of people just sitting around waiting for something better.

Well you know what?
I don't want to be one of them.

-B.M.

There Will Be Dong.

Oh yes, there will be dong.

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"If you have a dong and I have a dong, and I have a tongue and my tongue reaches across the room and starts to lick your dong--I lick your dong! I lick it up!"

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For the past 12 days, 7 hours, and 18 minutes I have been thinking (or more appropriately, obsessing) about one thing and one thing only. What exactly may that be, you ask?

Irish dong.

Yes, you read right. Just 12 days, 7 hours, and now 19 minutes ago, I was introduced to perhaps one of the greatest movie of all dong. That's right: The Boondock Saints.

If you haven't seen it yet, it's just as great as everyone says it is. It has everything a movie could possibly offer: blood, guns, violence, transvestites, smelly Italians eating sandwiches, rope, catholics, passed out strippers, racist jokes, gays, overweight feminists, Tourettes Syndrome, Charlie Bronson references, and most importantly, two hot pieces of Irish dong.

Seriously, these two Irish guys are so big. I mean...it doesn't actually show their dong(unfortunately)...but it's one of those scenarios where they're so attractive and so beast at everything, that you can just tell they both have a really big penis. I mean, like, not Clint Eastwood big (no one is that gifted), but definitely bigger than Chuck Norris--and they don't have gross, red chest hair for Bruce Lee to pull, so it's a win-win for everyone...except Bruce Lee...he's dead...

But back to the moral of the story, if you plan on watching it with a friend, I suggest finding one that doesn't mind seeing you shake hands with Abe Lincoln, if you know what I mean *wink* *wink* (that was a masturbation reference). Brace yourself, because after you see this movie, all you are going to desire in life is DP from ID.

That's right: Double Penetration from Irish Dong.

*high five*

No, but seriously. You'll see this, and you'll think of huge shafts everywhere you go. Than the next time you order Chinese, you will forget all about the orange chicken, and you'll be like, "I'll have the Creme of Sum Yung Gui." (Did you catch the sexual innuendo?) You have been warned.

Anyways, I'm a generous blogger, so I gave you a sneak peak at the top of the post to show you what eye candy this movie offers. Get yo' spank on to that shit. Don't let me down.

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