Tuesday, January 30, 2007

Smenita Sniffs Bananas

I can sniff a banana up my nose!

It's true. It all started when I was in high school and some jerk-off guy played a trick on me. He came to my locker and he say, "Is this a banana in my pocket, or am I happy to see you?"

I said, "You're a fuckin retard! How I suppose to know what you do with your hands in your pants?"

Then he got all red and upset, and a bunch of people laughed at him. Then he looked like a even bigger looser cause it really was a banana in his pocket. He wanted to get back at me so he bet me, "I betcha you can't stick this banana in your hole!"

I say, "Oh yeah, retard banana boy, just watch me." So I took the banana, mushed it up, and sniffed it up my nose.

Then I swallowed it.

It's not the best way to eat a banana.

Trust me.

Monday, January 29, 2007

Smenita's Top Men

I saw K-jelly's list of top sexy women in Canada, and I don't know why Smenita was not on the list! Are you kidding me?

Smenita? Not on the top 10?

I don't think so.

Anyway, I thought some people might want to know who the sexiest men in Canada are, and I say K-Jelly is not on the list. Oh, but they might not be all from Canada, maybe they just stop by sometimes.

Here is my list:

1. Ricky Martin
2. Rick Springfield
3. Ricky Riccardo
4. Fonzie
5. Grover
6. Chacci (Fonzie's nephew)
7. Alladin (I know he's a cartoon but he's hott)
8. Ronaldo (The soccer player)
9. Ricky Martin (He's soo hott, he gets two spots)
10. Herbie (I know it's a car but it's cute.)

That's My List!!!

Thursday, January 25, 2007

Smenita is Cursed

Remember I tole you not to eat sangwitches you find on the streetcar, well here's something else you shouldn't eat -

Other people's spit.

Don't drink it either, because it happened to me.

I didn't just drink spit though. I drank somebody's alocholic beverage at this bar me and Rosita was at. It was one of those mixes with all kinds of shit, but the person whose drink it was was sick as fuck... and guess what?

I woke up at 3 in the morning while I was in the middle of puking. I puked all over the floor and all over the wall. Some got in the radiator and now my hole house smells like puke.

That's why I di-int write anything for a few days, on a count of how sick I got.

Anyway, Smenita always gets revenge, so I went to find the dumb ass who got his cooties on the drink and gave them to me. I went to his house and he was sick too, just standing in the door in his underwear looking all pathetic and green. But I felt sorry for him so I didn't crush his balls with my stilletto like I planned.

Instead I made out with him.

Don't tell my boyfriend, kay?

Friday, January 19, 2007

Smenita on Barbecued Santa

I like to read the newspaper. I think it's a really good place to learn about the news. It's good to stay up to date about stuff that happens because someday the same thing could happen to you and then wouldn't you like to know that it happened before to somebody else?

But, I read this story about a drunk guy who got stuck in a chimney and... well... I don't think that will happen to me. Why not, you ask?

Because I'm not a fuckin retard, that's why!

WTF is wrong with this guy? He gets drunk and then goes to pee, then he comes back but guess what? He goes to the wrong house, and the door's locked! Well, so, he tries to get in by going in the chimney?

What kind of sick fucker Santa Clause does he think he is?

Anyway, they rescued his ass. I woulda left him there to cook when they started the fire, then maybe at least somebody could eat barbecued Santa for breakfast!

Thursday, January 18, 2007

Smenita on the Right Side of the Brain

Today I remembered this time when my best friend Rosita ate half a tuna sangwitch that she found on the streetcar. I said to her, "Girl, are you fuckin crazy! You can't just eat sangwitches you find on the streetcar."

She got all mad and said, "I can eat whatever I want so leave me fuckin alone okay."

So I did. I think she was hungry cause she di-int have any food for a day cause she was poor. But after she ate it she turned green and started puking all over the streetcar. It was so gross I'm serious!

Don't eat sangwitches you find on the streetcar!

But the reason I remembered that was cause I was on the streetcar today and I heard these two dumbass chiquitas talking like they was the Queens of Sheeba! I swear, one of them goes, "I don't understand my math homework cause I'm not good with the right side of my brain."

I'm like, "ARe you on fuckin crack? How the fuck you know what side of the brain is thinking stuff? What, when you think of math do you feel like bubbles on that side... or maybe you hear some calculater, or maybe your head gets heavy on that side?"

What the fuck!

I swear to god some people are so stupid.

I say, use your whole fuckin brain and drop out of math.

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

I AM SMENITA

I wood like to introduce myself.

My name is Smenita.

I decided to start this blob, which I now know isn't called a blob, but is called a "blog", because I have a lot of thoughts in my head which don't get very much respect.

I see other people's blogs and sometimes I leave comments, but people just make fun of me and pretend to be people they are not.

I won't pretend.

I am Smenita, and I'm proud.

Some things about me which people know but make fun of:

My boyfriend is short. He's not a midget, like they say at K-Dough's Canada. He's only short cause his dad smokes a lot. My boyfriend drives a truck, which once he used to run over his uncle Luigi. His uncle is dead now, but not from being run over by a truck. He died later that day from "natural" causes.

My gramma was a midget. But I love my gramma more than anything. She is so smart she was even in a magazine once for how smart she is.

My best friend is Rosita. She tells me everything and i tell her everything.

Rosita and I decided to become feminists because we think there are so many bad men who say bad things about women. Plus, man are hairy and usually smell bad. My boyfriend doesn't smell bad, but that's probably because I bought him some Brut at WalMart. Like they say, "The King Bee Gets the Honey". Ha ha. I'm the honey.

Okay bye for now. We talk soon, kay?