Well, here's some shit ( Read more... )

I'm going to throw up.

Mind blank. Hummina hummina. Twiddle thumbs.

Nothin' doin'. SEACREST OUT!

like some...candy wrapper

on the ground

showing the world

that you found something sweet,

consumed it in full

and then left me

in the darkened

aisle of some movie theater.

----Generosity leaves me knowing I'm manic depressive. GONZO FOR LIFE.

So...

I bought a watch. A Luminox. I did not purchase this watch based on the fact that it's advertised as THE watch of Navy SEALS. I bought it because, after much research, it proved to be the best made watch for its price.

If any of you can tell me more about this thing, I'd like to hear it.

I was surfin' the 'net when I found this Hunter S. Thompson store. Being who I am, I ordered 10 of the Gonzo fist stickers. On the little comments box, I wrote, "It's about time this site opened. Thanks a bunch ( Read more... )

Continuing with the whole revamping of the holidays, how 'bout Christmas, huh? What shall we do with the Lord's Big Day? Hmmm ( Read more... )

Well, some things...I like to listen to Bob Dylan when it's cold outside. I wish I lived somewhere where I could get a really wild alternative paper. I wish the Ruger .45 wasn't so expensive. I like the 10 mm examples that I've fired, but I just can't get away from the wallop of the .45.

Too many puppies are being shot in the dark ( Read more... )

Our sacrifice has been accepted by the bovine. We can all rest at ease for another year, when we will yet again hear that clarion call for the triptophan-laden offering. Thank you, oh benevolent herds, and bless us with your tender tissues so that we may all live another day. TURKEY! we ask that you harbor no ill will towards the bipedal ( Read more... )

I WILL swindle and weasle my way into the music department's budget. Only then can I find peace. Hell, I don't care what they send me to cover, so long as I get to write about the noise coming out of the Marshal stacks.