Hookers or Cake

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I'm too wacky to be hip.

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      ------------------------------------ There was a large painting of Evel Knievel shaking hands with Richard Nixon. It hung in the Mayors office. Late one evening after everyone went home. I took it down to the lab. I zoomed in on Evel’s left eye a 100x and enhanced it. It was an address. I went to the address. It was a modest, 1970’s style, split level ranch home in the suburbs.

      ----------------------------------- Inside I found a dead parrot lying on a waterbed. I revived the parrot with some saltines and adrenaline. We became good friends. The parrots name was Randy. One night a few years later while Randy and me played Gin Rummy, he sang me a song about a fire. The title of this blog was never mentioned but I sensed it, and Randy confirmed it by giving me ‘THE LOOK’.

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          • March 22, 2011 8:29 pm
               My fathers idea of spirituality was to shove an oboe up the dogs ass and wait for it to fart us a vision. We followed that dog around for three days before Super Bowl XIV only to lose 1,300 dollars on the Rams.

               My fathers idea of spirituality was to shove an oboe up the dogs ass and wait for it to fart us a vision. We followed that dog around for three days before Super Bowl XIV only to lose 1,300 dollars on the Rams.

          • March 21, 2011 8:11 pm
            The place where I’m from you can amble down the boulevard with an attractive companion while walking a tame wolf. On warm days it isn’t odd to be greeted by a mechanical white elephant that serves frozen libations of cow’s breast milk. The elephant sings a loud, proud and simple tune and if you’re are truly blessed you may soon find yourself investigating the true nature of a Dilly Bar.I  hope that all humans come to know the leisure of such silly, lovely things.But what usually happens is a couple of assholes always want all the dilly bars for themselves and they ruin it for everyone.

            The place where I’m from you can amble down the boulevard with an attractive companion while walking a tame wolf. On warm days it isn’t odd to be greeted by a mechanical white elephant that serves frozen libations of cow’s breast milk. The elephant sings a loud, proud and simple tune and if you’re are truly blessed you may soon find yourself investigating the true nature of a Dilly Bar.

            I  hope that all humans come to know the leisure of such silly, lovely things.

            But what usually happens is a couple of assholes always want all the dilly bars for themselves and they ruin it for everyone.

          • March 19, 2011 5:28 pm
            The Buddha opened his eyes and saw the stoner sitting before him. The stoner was holding a white lotus and smiling like he’d just eaten a plate full of delightful snacks off the devils ass.The Buddha nodded in acknowledgement to the stoner and the stoner bowed before the Buddha and went on his way. …later, one of the Buddha’s disciples asked about the exchange. The Buddha replied, “I don’t fucking know dude… that guy was high as shit. He’s probably 6 miles deep in the woods right now getting raped by a bear.”

            The Buddha opened his eyes and saw the stoner sitting before him. The stoner was holding a white lotus and smiling like he’d just eaten a plate full of delightful snacks off the devils ass.

            The Buddha nodded in acknowledgement to the stoner and the stoner bowed before the Buddha and went on his way.

            …later, one of the Buddha’s disciples asked about the exchange. The Buddha replied, “I don’t fucking know dude… that guy was high as shit. He’s probably 6 miles deep in the woods right now getting raped by a bear.”

          • March 18, 2011 10:17 pm
            I’ve always had reoccurring nightmares about zombies but lately my dreams have taken a turn for the sexy. Hot Zombie 3-way - Zombie Orgy  and the neat thing about zombie sex is it doesn’t matter if they’re a boy or a girl or a canned ham or whatever - zombies by their very nature are full of holes and in the middle of a blood orgy any orifice will do. The bummer is that the sex isn’t very good, not that it doesn’t physically feel good. No the sex feels awesome, its just that… I dunno the zombies don’t really seem that into it ya know?

            I’ve always had reoccurring nightmares about zombies but lately my dreams have taken a turn for the sexy.

            Hot Zombie 3-way - Zombie Orgy 

            and the neat thing about zombie sex is it doesn’t matter if they’re a boy or a girl or a canned ham or whatever - zombies by their very nature are full of holes and in the middle of a blood orgy any orifice will do.

            The bummer is that the sex isn’t very good, not that it doesn’t physically feel good. No the sex feels awesome, its just that… I dunno the zombies don’t really seem that into it ya know?

          • March 17, 2011 12:19 pm
            Sadly, the body of Christ is not an “All U Can Eat” buffet.

            Sadly, the body of Christ is not an “All U Can Eat” buffet.

          • March 16, 2011 10:58 am

            likeadoll: Dean Martin photographed by Terry O’Neill, 1971.

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          • March 14, 2011 10:37 am

            The soul dreams of soaring
            breathtaking coastal vista’s
            wild and free.

            A golden roaring sun
            giving life and love to a new galaxy.

             3 hours later

            The reality of the situation
            is hiding under the bed
            gnawing on a old hot dog.

          • March 13, 2011 10:50 am

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            Een overzicht van ” book” oproepen door Jade Bos.

            The wild and wonderful gives me the best book review ever.

          • March 12, 2011 12:13 am
          • March 11, 2011 11:24 pm
            A child discovers a magical bottomless super big gulp.she drinks Dr. Pepper and Orange Crushuntil she develops a tumor.The tumor whispers such hot sweet secretsGod becomes arousedcreates the moons of Saturn.The tumor whispers such simple beautyall that remains is a singular bright moment of lifeLife - cackling of itself…you sweet bright carazy mutha fucker!you always was everything.

            A child discovers a magical bottomless super big gulp.
            she drinks Dr. Pepper and Orange Crush

            until she develops a tumor.
            The tumor whispers such hot sweet secrets

            God becomes aroused

            creates the moons of Saturn.

            The tumor whispers such simple beauty
            all that remains is a singular bright moment of life

            Life - cackling of itself…

            you sweet bright carazy mutha fucker!

            you always was everything.