norgacs1.32

Hey, bald man.
Those really smooth parts look good to touch.
Finding it hard to control oneself.
Hard like a pedophile at a Wiggle's concert.
What would Jesus do?
Are you sure that is what he would do?
Done.

norgacs1.31

Does anybody have a grip?
Apparently it helps to have one.
What qualities does this grip evoke in you?
Consider shoe size in relation to the brand of cereal you eat.
What thoughts and feelings can you summon from your face?
Do you want my grip?
I don't need it.
I don't even eat cereal or wear shoes.

norgacs1.30

The sweat rolls off your brow.
Your brow is black.
Not blond like it used to be.
Blond is when you found your sister's capsicum tree in your wardrobe.
You didn't know that capsicums grew on trees.
You confronted her and asked if if was hers.
She confessed and told you that she was actually a he but now a she again.
You didn't understand but nodded anyway.
Both of you took a capsicum.
Hers was rotting but not rotten.
You hate capsicums.
The world is in a recession so you saved it for later.

norgacs1.29

Let me breath on your sweet tentacle face.
It is yuck.
I would like to put it in a white plastic bag.
Take it home.
Feed it to my children.
If I had some.
If I had some?
Let's have some.

norgacs1.28

Is it not fine for me to gaze longingly at your thumb muscles?
I know how you got them.
I know how you got them.
I really know how you got them.
Don't be depressed.
It is very unnatural.
How did you get them?

norgacs1.27

I got a bit of a feathery face yesterday.
Some people thought it was rather grand.
Others thought it was a bit too arrogant.
Either way, it helped me understand the true meaning of Fiscal Policy.
I am mad though.
Fiscal Policy has ruined my chances of being a professional wrestler.
I already had a name sorted out.
I can't remember it though.
Something to do with several undefined layers on Photoshop.
Don't tempt me.
I will call the police.
I will press charges.
And most of all, I will iron your favourite shirt.

norgacs1.26

When I look at you I feel like a lifeless sock.
One with a severe hole in the heel.
One that would irritate your foot if your wore it whilst running.
I would rather go and find a friend and put them on a lead.
At least then I would feel like more than just a sleazy goat.
Don't get me wrong.
I enjoy the company of goats.
They have a beatutiful complexion and can give an amazing back rub.
But that's not what I want in life.
I want to glisten in the sun like a wet mushroom.
I want sound like a new compact disk player.
I want to smell like organic compost with fresh avocado on top.
That's actually not vey comical.
Just go and comb your hair.
Keep the lice in a jar.
They could come in handy.

norgacs1.25

Don't cry for me Christchurch.
Just take some of that sexy curry powder that we bought at the supermarket today and sprinkle it on your face.
Then adjust your glasses so that they are on a slight angle.
People will then take you seriously.
It's a fact.
Like how death kills you.
Just ask that Pawnbroker we took your toenails to last week.
What a moist moment that was.
I drunk a whole 600ml bottle of mineral water while I watched you.
I was so quenched by the end.
Let's go collect lint.

norgacs1.24

Eat my delicious grains.
100 percent Protein drink.
I grew them for you.
My sandwiches murdered millions just to feed you cucumbers.
One grain for every million.
Do me like you would do the Pope.
All just for one person with Red Chuck Taylor size 7 Men's sneakers.
I have a really sore jaw.
Literally.

norgacs1.23

I recently noticed that your nose was curled to one side.
Awkward.
That's kind of like wearing a Swastika.
All over your face.
Doesn't go down well with the Homies.
Inappropriate?
Maybe.
Obease?
Only if you break a chair when you sit on it.
Feed it peanuts if you have some.