Friday, November 9, 2007

If your not a billionare George Bush hates you!!!

Patton Oswald, a terrifically funny comedian, explained that people gay for George Bush that make $1.40 an hour support a dude that does very little for them or their children. This sparked a bunch of random thoughts. These people clean vomit up with a rusty mop get ass fucked by Bush only an almost hourly basis because he has absolutely no concept of what it means to be poor. Conservatism does a great job of masking you insecurities. If you pray outside Planned Parenthood, have 45 "Support our Troops" magnetic ribbons on the back of your 3 mile to the gallon Suburban and enjoy gay bashing and say that civil unions will destroy the sanctity of marriage, well sir or maam, theres a better than average chance you have downloaded gay porn, been divorced at least twice, have no children in the military and are only truly happy when your judging people that could care less about what you think of them.

So take that you silly, silly people. Transmission complete.

Wednesday, October 31, 2007

I'm dropping out of school to become a crooner

A dark cloud hangs over all those young men and women who have grown to love the great Robert Goulet. The Man of La Mancha has has passed on but won't soon be forgotten. That glistening mustache and bushy eyebrows will now turn from frightening nightmares to pleasant daymeres. His voice was that of Elvis, Sinatra and Will Ferral all mixed into one soothing and mildly irritating cacophonic grumble. As a tribute I will dress as him for Halloween and annoy people by talking like him while holding a really long, cheaply made microphone. Complete with a cord that keeps getting in my why as I pace back forth waiting for trick-or-treaters. As for the residual emotions, I plan on getting over this whole ordeal by getting drunk off cheap scotch and shining my shoes until my painted-on mustache fades.

Sunday, October 28, 2007

here a blog there a blog

I suppose the female mind is a treacherous series of spikes and log mounted daggers fixed upon the overhanging branch of eternity, waiting for you to trip the wire. The key is...send the dog in first.
Ah yes the interweb......the time has come when we are forced to do battle. A worthy adversary? I think not!