I got this off of this really random website its really funny and i have to agree with it, minus teh fucking the indian thing..anywho..later

Alright, I haven’t done this in a while, so I guess I’ll do it now. It’s now time for *insert cheesy echoing effect here* RANDOM RAMBLINGS OF THE WEEK... Week...week... (cheap echo)

I don’t know what it is about butter in tubs that pisses me off so much, but they seem to lose all of their appeal if they are not a stick. There is something very erotic about unwrapping a stick of butter and putting it on a butter dish... getting your hands all buttery and having to lick your fingers clean. Maybe it’s the way the tubs of butter look like inside... it confuses me because it looks like the butter came from an ice-cream fountain or slurpee machine. It’s very confusing and ruins the nostalgia that I feel every time I use a stick of butter. Besides, it doesn’t have the same flavor as the butter dish has, having three or more prior sticks of butter-residue in the dish mixing with the new butter... plus the occassional crumbs of burnt toast scrapings of early morning breakfast from the day before. I miss my sticks of butter... I feel the need to dump all of my tubs of butter and replace them with old-school "Land-O-Lakes" goodness...
Besides, I’d fuck that Indian chick... wouldn’t you?

That’s enough.

Peace.