January 17, 2006

  • ….So I sez to myself – I sez fuck that shit just pack up your fucking
    bags, sell all your shit, and move already fucking moron…

    cuz lord knows how this is all gonna end, Mickey – how it’s all gonna end
    and every time it goes like this, it gets a lil harder, ya know? jus a lil harder and it all
    goes
    to
    shit.

    so hyperbolize, wax lachrymose, in other words, put seventeen bullets
    into the dead mule carrying a load like
    Atlantis.                
    In other words, stop the bus cuz I’m getting off…..

    so what’s going on in my life that’s got my panties in a wad? Laney and
    Scarlett and Hyde have formed a love triangle that threatens to erupt
    in a cataclysmic shower of bullets. Or knives. Depends on who draws
    first, I guess.
    The other night, I offered to take Laney somewhere safe, safe from
    herself and the others, but I knew before asking that she would say no
    - cuz I mean, who the hell wants to be taken to the nuthouse? – (though
    I told her it’s more like a country club than anything – and you can
    eat all the mashed potatoes you want if you like – and paint all day -
    and watch Fried Green Tomatoes a cupla hundred times cuz that’s the
    only video that works.

    In other news, the CO2 uptake rate of plants can be proven with a
    simple experiment involving a stem of anacharis, a test tube, and a
    closet; which leads to the basic premise of establishing a plateau of
    nutrients to outcompete algae using Estimative Index.

    Please sign my petition boycotting the use of Dihydrogen Oxide as the primary compound of household cleaning agents.

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