Gweb lyric mylighn hollkaksical.

I should be sleeping.. again. However, I apparently have insomnia and I think I'll beat Final Fantasy 2 tonight if I can go long enough.

Mick, what is that?

WTF Mick?!!

I can't afford to get another life.

My lil' fruit stand.

So I was semi-offered a job as a tattoo artist today.

That son of a bitch is brave and gettin' braverrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...

We want to put his ass in stir! We want to pin this triple murder on him, he ain't no Gentleman Jim...

How does it feel? How does it feel to be without a home? Like a complete unknown...

Sore throats suck

Let me apologize now for anything that I type later on tonight.


To further explain:

The NFL draft is the most overwritten, overanalyzed, space-consuming, time-wasting event on the entire sports calendar, and a week or 10 days of it is all any human being should be asked to bear.

I got a John Lennon and a Dazed and Confused t-shirt last night.

It's only the future of the NFL. So it is that important.

i always remind my husband to look down slightly when walking, so that he does not step on shit or gross-looking spit. and guess what ... i stepped on somebody's gum! damn. if you don't have gum wrapper or a small piece of paper, you could, at least, spit it in bushes or on plants, and NOT on the ground!

i guess i wasn't the one looking ...

I think it'd be fun to be a samurai

Best Samurai ever:

Ohh man chillin so good right now. mannnnnnnnnn

You're wasted in America. Let's trade places until May.

Cool, if you're into that thing. I used to want to be a tattooist.

Last night was so fucking awesome mann.

Minegod radificate myself against those demonionations of hovering capacity and self-sustaining virtue to death. It is not that gweb was entirely satisfied with what oghimshot had to say about it, but it is in no way a clarification of death.

A bible discussion in another thread reminded me that the greatest serial killer in history was Cain. He killed 25% of the world's population.

I FINALLY have DSL.

THE BALLAD OF JOHN AND LORENA BOBBIT
sing to the theme of the Beverly Hillbillies)
Come and listen to my story of a man named John,
A poor ex-Marine with a little fraction gone.
It seems one night after gettin with his wife,
She lopped off his schlong with the swipe of a knife.

"Penis, that is,"
"Clean cut, missed his nuts"

Well the next thing you know there's a Ginsu by his
side, And Lorena's in the car takin' "willie" for a
ride. She soon got tired of her purple headed friend,
And tossed him out the window as she rounded the next
bend.

"Curve that is"
"Pricker shrubs, Wheel hubs"

She went to the cops an confessed to the attack,
And they called out the hounds just to get his weenie
back. They sniffed and they barked and they pointed
"over there," To John Waynes' "Henry" that was waving
in the air.

"Found it that is"
"By a fence, evidence"

Now "Peter" and John coundn't stay apart too long, So a
Dick Doc said, "Hey, I can fix your severed dong!" A
needle and some thread is all you're gonna need, And
the whole world waited 'till they heard that Johnny
peed.

"Whizzed that is,"
"Even seam, straight stream"

Well, he healed and he hardened and he took his case to
court, With a little cockeyed lawyer since his assets
came up short. They cleared her of assault and
acquitted him of rape, And his pecker was the only
thing they didn't show on tape.

So. I've worked at this place for almost a year.

I've worked Thanksgiving night, Christmas Eve night, Christmas Day morning, New Years Eve morning, New Years Day morning.

You'll never guess what I'll be doing tomorrow morning at 6am. That's right. 6am. We're not even opening late.

I'm moving to Margaritaville. To hell with all this.

You can tell that I'm overtired when I'm busy writing "vanilla skies" throughout my paper on the impact of non-whites on the evolution of popular culture after World War II, instead of "vanilla suburbs" (ala vanilla suburbs and chocolate cities).

The worst part was, I never saw the crappy Tom Cruise flick, and I wasn't listening to my Paul McCartney albums while I'm writing this (actually, it's The Who ).

fuc klife yo.. seriously.

My dog is very ill. He has big problem with his heart. We are fighting for his life. Pray for him!

I'm very sorry to hear that, JM.

I will most certainly pray for your dog. Hang in there!

Thank you, XDC. I'm really pretty down at times, but I try to hold on and be strong for him.

I'm sorry about your dog. From one dog lover to another my prayers are with you. Keep your chin up