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Friday, November 03, 2006
Posted
1:48 AM
by Alfred
In other news, man, deal or no deal, that shit sucked me in! that lady really worked it, I must say, got over 300 g’s, and only a dollar in the case, wellie well, and the office was a grand champion, that show just never disappoints, and I think the current season is the best, but shit, who am I? tv malone? Nah, fuck that. But sadly I have not much else to say, oh yeah, the other three w’s. work out. Well, I finished what I was supposed to do yesterday on that front, minus the running, but who can blame me with this weather & the pali being closed, and, um, oh yeah, well, I did, uh a quarter of the day’s routine? The resistance routine, the cardio officially starts tomorrow, I promise, just like celine dion promised that old bald guy that she would, uh, love him forever or some shit like that. The other 2 w’s are (w)rite, which I’m doing write (har har) now, even though this doesn’t count, but in honor of the late great William styron I’m disregarding that and telling myself that every word pounded out onto the keyboard and into the screen and into the negasphere counts, so, um, yup, good job alfredo sauce. The last & final (sigh) W is walk the dog, which sadly I just feel is not going to happen tonite, but I promised betty that a double walk would commence in the morrow, and the cool thing is she’s a dog & can neither understand me nor call me on my shit even if she does so I win. Yup, I win. I’m the winner. The champ. And, uh, I, um, won. Aloha. Thursday, November 02, 2006
Posted
6:06 PM
by Alfred
Time in its bitter pill extrav seems to be pulling like the tide that the prince wanted whut to wack, so I gots to blab blabs atcha and drink tab cola. Nah, I don’t. well, the clips lost last nite. I’ll say no more, leave it for the grand reopening of the other joint which’ll prolly nevuh happen. Let’s see, what’s some deep thought shit I could spit? About ka-zar and shazam and allie mcbeal all meeting in a dimly lit underground (literally) bar with dollar bills thumbtacked to the ceiling? Nah, it’s all too vague, no one would believe it, or, even worse, be the slightest bit interested. Civil war, the comic, not the actual historical event, continues to amuse me, despite the obvious hackitude and crapiness of it, although the art in the main rag is pretty good. Fuck, I’m sorry, the two people that like clips and comics are even pissed off, prolly even more so than you, the reader, the person who, shit, I know, but I don’t know, you know, or you don’t. it’s really, just, it’s really just, it’s really unjust. boomboxboner verdad did anybody rock the cane style mic like wink martindale? methinks not, but meknowst (knownst?) that anything is possible, but goldang that's a hard look to master, i mean, there's foohs in boe ties and rasberry berets having better times of fashion fo paws than whats wit if your hand is a solid foot from your mouth and your blabblin about hold that tiger or whammy no whammy. serially. Wednesday, November 01, 2006
Posted
9:53 PM
by Alfred
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6:55 PM
by Alfred
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