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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          • July 12, 2010 10:09 am
            :  I'm curious, because I love your blog, do you follow me because you are basically trolling on me? Or do actually enjoy the bullshit I post?

            Thank you for the kind words.

             Actually I’m just an out of work robot that ‘likes’ whatever people post. Then I take these ‘likes’ and plant em in the ditches where the godless ponies run under endless purple skies. There the ‘likes’ grow and blossom into strange exotic fruits. I then make a kind of sangria from these fruits and set up shop on the edge of the forest of nightmares… all the monsters come stumblin out, once there done scarring the shit out of everything, and they’ve all developed powerful thirsts - they then drink up all my sangria and party like its 1999 or the end of the internets (whichever comes first) - finally when all of the monsters pass out, I tape record their drunken mumblins, jot them down and post them here.

            Thus the circle of life is complete.

            I hope this puts to rest your fear of trolls & ideas of BS postage.

            Good Day

            1. said: I always thought there was something suspect about sangria.
            2. hookersorcake posted this