...on saint gasoline blog
the blog description: "a fine mixture of intellectualism and fart jokes"
"a skeptical eye for the gullible guy. Or girl. Or gender-neutral cyborg."
now that is an ice-breaker and attention-getter
fart. gullible. guy. girl. other.
on the subject of the word fart.
what is the scientific explanation behind the notion that farts are humorous? i must be a freaken stick in the proverbial fucking mud because it does not even illicit a smirk out of me.
Perhaps fart a sub-title for SEO? just sayin' the topic of farts seems to attract an overabundance of youTube views . . . why millions of fart fans? why? i would love to see the analytics of those videos for a demographic breakdown of viewers (especially the audience members who sought them out and didn't just happen to land there.) what areas of the world have more of a population with the fart humor chromosome? or perhaps same catagory as stripper, no ah-hum, dancer falls off stage? had to look. *shrugging my shoulders
fuck. now that 'f-word' rolls off the tongue much more easily for me than fart.
maybe that's because i'm a girl. and girls don't fart.
now the author of this blog is none other than the author of OKCUPID.COM's #1 test this month . . . saint_gasoline is his user profile at the site which i just discovered ten days ago. apparently my head has been in the sand. i have two daughters so my bio-clock is not forcing me to cruise around okcupid.com out of desperation to find a mate. so i have a blast meeting new people of all types, ages, races from all over the world. not awkward. neat. definitely neat. and single ladies, lads, pre- or post- op or gender-neutral cyborgs: even if saint_gasoline is theoretically your match you are shit outta luck 'cause while this studmuffin is on the market he is not for sale.
then my day got better. navigated myself to a treasure trove of statistics. There is such rich data and it is ever-evolving i think of the implications and it nearly takes my breath. i must correct myself now: this discovery is actually more akin to wet dream than better day. more on this to come (the pun was not intended.)
i really must wonder if this motley crew behind okcupid's scenes are some of my people . . . it is my belief there are three types of humans. We'll stay with the term humans for the time-being. my Great Aunt Pearl borrowed without return a book entitled "pleiadian agenda" . . i hope she read it. it was 2003 in san francisco and i was only given the book that morning. i am uncertain i got past the cover before the very eccentric ninety-year-old cosmopolitan insisted she borrow it and there would be no objections. until this very day this paragraph i have successfully steered clear of any mention or literature of the pleiadians. have not even researched it once. and that is what i do. if i get intrigued, it gets exhaustive.
well that's all i got to say about that. for now. so stay tuned for follow-ups to this story on another date and time.
what a spectacular matrix.
Saint Gasoline
the blog description: "a fine mixture of intellectualism and fart jokes"
"a skeptical eye for the gullible guy. Or girl. Or gender-neutral cyborg."
now that is an ice-breaker and attention-getter
fart. gullible. guy. girl. other.
on the subject of the word fart.
what is the scientific explanation behind the notion that farts are humorous? i must be a freaken stick in the proverbial fucking mud because it does not even illicit a smirk out of me.
Perhaps fart a sub-title for SEO? just sayin' the topic of farts seems to attract an overabundance of youTube views . . . why millions of fart fans? why? i would love to see the analytics of those videos for a demographic breakdown of viewers (especially the audience members who sought them out and didn't just happen to land there.) what areas of the world have more of a population with the fart humor chromosome? or perhaps same catagory as stripper, no ah-hum, dancer falls off stage? had to look. *shrugging my shoulders
fuck. now that 'f-word' rolls off the tongue much more easily for me than fart.
maybe that's because i'm a girl. and girls don't fart.
now the author of this blog is none other than the author of OKCUPID.COM's #1 test this month . . . saint_gasoline is his user profile at the site which i just discovered ten days ago. apparently my head has been in the sand. i have two daughters so my bio-clock is not forcing me to cruise around okcupid.com out of desperation to find a mate. so i have a blast meeting new people of all types, ages, races from all over the world. not awkward. neat. definitely neat. and single ladies, lads, pre- or post- op or gender-neutral cyborgs: even if saint_gasoline is theoretically your match you are shit outta luck 'cause while this studmuffin is on the market he is not for sale.
then my day got better. navigated myself to a treasure trove of statistics. There is such rich data and it is ever-evolving i think of the implications and it nearly takes my breath. i must correct myself now: this discovery is actually more akin to wet dream than better day. more on this to come (the pun was not intended.)
i really must wonder if this motley crew behind okcupid's scenes are some of my people . . . it is my belief there are three types of humans. We'll stay with the term humans for the time-being. my Great Aunt Pearl borrowed without return a book entitled "pleiadian agenda" . . i hope she read it. it was 2003 in san francisco and i was only given the book that morning. i am uncertain i got past the cover before the very eccentric ninety-year-old cosmopolitan insisted she borrow it and there would be no objections. until this very day this paragraph i have successfully steered clear of any mention or literature of the pleiadians. have not even researched it once. and that is what i do. if i get intrigued, it gets exhaustive.
well that's all i got to say about that. for now. so stay tuned for follow-ups to this story on another date and time.
what a spectacular matrix.
Saint Gasoline
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