Tuesday, June 01, 2004




so, it is imperative that you understand that the jurk storr JUST called, well, in the last half hour, and that asses were whipped but in a competitive manner on imaginary yet real tables with gladiators clad in jeans and polo shirts, and there were like a shitload of hot cheerleaders like cheering and shit.

hmmm dee dee, well, isn’t it great about the, oh, you know, whatevertheycallits, that they’ve gotten their freedom & rights and then there’s little old wee willie winkie drunk down by the docks and what does he get? A 5 dollar perm and a ten dollar wallet, that’s what, and you know he’ll be pawning that shit on 1st street before the night is out.

It’s a sad state of affairs when the booj wah zee is like holding all the bacon & you’re not even allowed to eat it. actually, wait, oh yeah, you’re allowed to eat bacon later.

So yeah, it’s just a bunch of jurk storr crap, same ol same ol with a little nodule of extra savwah fair to blend in all nice but still give it that 8 ball kick, na mean? Even if you don’t just nod your head and eventually the little man with the big suitcase will slide quietly and efficiently out your door hopefully never to return.

But you never know so that’s why I use industrial strength drain-o on my toilet, it keeps that thing draining like a moe fo, oh, I mean, on my shower, yo, or else I used to at least, before we whut done gone did & moved on up to the west side (fo lizzife nizzle) or at least as close to it you can get in the arena of astro-medallion fundage we were allotted. And I didn’t mean for lizzife, that was just to sound all hardcore and shit.

So yeah, the only other thing I wanted to mention is that ian fleming is the fucking shit.

Aloha.