Oh Joy! | ||
2003-06-13 || the fantasy horse we ride upon | ||
soundtrack � George Jones � Cup of Sorrow I just spent about 26 hours trying to scan the cover of the new Presley CD, and I still couldn�t do it. Now, I will murder a stuffed animal with a bladed instrument of mass destruction. I would just as soon set off one of those grenades that gets certain people in the vicinity to get some quiet and �shut your fuckin guitar up� in that rehearsal complex. Do they make those? Those grenades. I wonder if at some point that will be a word men use to describe breasts on women. �Did you see that girls grenades?� I would never say anything like that. Wait, I just did. I had to get up at �6 in tha mohnin� today to drive to New Hampshire, before going to Cambridge for work to pick up the CD�s. The people were friendly there. I now have boxes of CD�s in my room here. I know you want to buy one. Ask me. We took a silly picture, we made fun of Breaux, and I decided to take it a step or two further �Randy Rhoads for President� �Outside of Kansas City, we took out our copy of Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance and I urinated all over it� �the number of men who have reached orgasm while listening to anything by Helen Reddy� �Ted fucked my sister, I fucked Ted�s aunt Ruth, Jerry fucked Carly Simon�s gynecologist on a boat� �people who are into kites or putting models together should be doused with ammonia and poked repeatedly with knitting needles� �Ethel Merman completely fucked up on Gin and Tonic uttering� I REALLY WANT TO MEET JESUS I REALLY WANT TO MEET JESUS I REALLY WANT TO MEET TOMMY SHAW I REALLY WANT TO MEET TOMMY SHAW I WILL MAKE LOVE TO THE OUTER SPACENESS OF LIFE WHILE RIDING UPON A UNICORN OF DELIGHTFUL WIZARDRY. I WILL. don�t rip and pull on the fucking unicorn you fucking hippie mountain climbing camping new age motherfuckers from New Mexico! Don�t do it I said |
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