Saturday, May 27, 2006
Friday August 26, 2005
WTF, eh??? OK, so the Puerco Domingo deal... you see, I love pork. One of my favorite meats, really... If I was forced into a corner I would say that it is near perfect. Just think of it... You got your Sausage, peperoni/terryaki sticks, chops, uhh.... loin, bacon, ham... Damn, look at that list... Posted 8/26/2005 at 10:21 AM |
Wednesday August 24, 2005
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Monday August 22, 2005
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Monday August 22, 2005
"Nooooo! Stop! Cease! Desist! Do not continue with the ramblings, for my ramblings are the ramblings to be obeyed. For I am the king, supreme leader, and all-around dictator. Don't you see? All you monkeys are my plan, so your plans are my plans because you are my plan and my plan was to make you! And I plan to rule the planet! Not to have my plans plan to stop me! I am your creator! I am your king! I am Mojo Jojo! Obey ME!" Posted 8/22/2005 at 6:25 PM |
Saturday August 20, 2005
Couldn't fit all the pictures I wanted up with the post below... I recommend going down on me... I mean going down the page and reading the entry below first then cumming, erp, uh, coming back up here and reading just below this... OK, welcome back... So, here is our campsite..
So, hey, take it easy, I gotta get going... Posted 8/20/2005 at 3:9 PM |
Saturday August 20, 2005
Friday August 19, 2005
This is Nedra. She worships the Devil... as evidenced here...
I found my NEW house (to hydroponically grow Marihuana in)... Linkey-poo
Posted 8/19/2005 at 5:25 PM |
Thursday August 18, 2005
Better post below, but I had to ask... Ladies: Are there boogers all over the wall in the womens bathroom? Just wondering.... there are in the mens... its universal... I have not been in a mens room where there has not been a booger sighting... literally... Posted 8/18/2005 at 1:18 PM |
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Thursday August 18, 2005
YO!!! I could SOO not be a pot farmer... the dream is dashed... 1) I don't like the pot... nope, not my deal man... would have to place it down at around # 5 on my top 10 list of intoxicating agents... 2) Paula would never wear a halter top... of course it was unspoken that there would be no bras involved... thought I would throw that in there... 3) I don't like hippies, and unfortunately most hippies not the pot... now if reefer were legal then many different kinds of people would be enjoying it, which may change the types that I would have to deal with... but, ya, no hippies... 4) Pot IS legal, but possesing it without a permit is not... did ya' know that... it was made a controlled substance and in order to posses it you need some sort of tax permit/documentation that allows for it, but the government never issued them, so possesing it without the permit is what causes all the strife... Now I seriously think this is rediculous, but not enough to really rail against it... 5) Jason Lee is not my friend, we have never met... although, if we did meet I am sure we would become best friends forever... 6) It would actually take more work than I actually mentioned in my dream... actually... 7) There is probably more, but I would be preaching to the choir (sizzling to the skillet, is that a saying?) ********** Aaarrghghghg... I fully and completely expected to get shit on when I got to work today, couldn't sleep last night imagining all the possibilities that all ended in me explaining to Paula that I got fired and we wouldn't be able to afford the kidney opperation for one of the girls (I have a fecund imagination, eh???)... I did not get shit on, I am shit free... I am golden at this point... Yeah!!! *********** If my friend at work married a robot her last name would have been popclickwhirl instead of poppopclick... heh... *********** I need a book to read, something a little dark... I was going to read Harry Potter, hear the seriesis supposed to be all the rage, eh... I tried, just can't get into it... AHHH, the new Tom Robbins book will be released on the 30th... aaarrrghgh, it is a collection of non fiction essays, reviews and short stories... Dammit Tom... Ahh, I don't know... would like something new... anyone got any suggestions??? ************** I am getting completely JACKED on coffee (urban dictionary definitions don't define this as I see it, use your imagination)!!! Someone made it right today... and I got a BIG 'ol cup... feelin' a little twitchy... nice... once I confused coffee for love... another random memory from that time... eh, nevermind, don't want to travel there... bad mojo... gotta go... someone leave me some comments, something sexy or something... Posted 8/18/2005 at 10:58 AM |
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Wednesday August 17, 2005
Dude... I know I will never, even if I could, probably wouldn't have the guts to pull it off... But I could SO take off out of here and be a Pot farmer... Some of you may have heard this fantasy of mine, to hit the lotto, buy a farm and grow some weed (Marihuana, say it with me, in a whisper... Marihhhhuaaaanaaa)... I can see it now... I would wear nothing but overalls, one strap holding them up, the other down so I can scratch my belly, freeballin underneath (Paula would have to wear a halter top, yeah), hole in the thigh for some reason, barefoot... I would probably get up early to listen to the birds and let the goats out... I would inspect and water my crop before the sun gets too hight, pull some weeds (the bad kind) and maybe check out the vegetable garden... By noon I would be done with most of my farmin'... I would sit on the back porch and smoke a joint and drink some mint tea (warm, not hot) and eat molasses cookies... I might do some business in the afternoon, selling some stock to the dudes that make things out of hemp (rope, bracelets, handbags, lotion, etc.) and the medicinal marijuana people (I am doing this for profit AND charity, very noble)... Late afternoons would be free... I would probably cruise around on my tractor doin shit, head on down to the stream and do some skinny dippin' (I would have an old lawn chair in the stream that I could sit in and maybe smoke a little dope)... After dinner I would probably head out to the barn and do some art or somehting (I will have learned how to weld by this point and will make art out of found objects, like toilet paper tubes and some sort of metal 'cause you can't weld toilet paper tubes, yo)... I would do this until I am interupted by a knock on the door... I would not be put off by being interupted... everyone is welcome to stop by, anytime... but most likely it would be my buddy Jason Lee (he stops by all the time, live just down the road, we have good times)... We would probably kick back on the old sofa I got out there in the barn, turn up the stereo, take a couple fat bong hits and drink some Cokes (in a tall glass, plenty of ice)... We would just kick back and laugh our asses off until it got late and we started coming down and got all serious and emotional... he would wonder off in the dark at this point and I would shake my head and worry about him (he always makes it home ok)... I wouldn't be one of those long hair free love hippy types being all organic and shit, though... I won the lotto, dammit, got the cash and don't have to live in the dirt, just want to play around in it for a while... Wouldn't put up with a bunch of organic types wanting to come and crash on the farm for a day or two that stretch out into weeks or months... feed your dog some meat, dammit... Would probably have to grow some poppies for cold and flu season, though... Not sure what I would do in the winter... may have someone watch over the farm while we cruise around the country lookin at things... or maybe just hunker down for the winter... haven't really gotten that far... Oh, did I mention shooting at cans with a BB gun??? I would do that too... Oh, and the goats, we would sell or trade their fur (shave 'em)... maybe eat a couple of them... Oh, and I would probably try and make some wine... and a still, would run a still down by the creek... would use sugar beets to distill out some moonshine... drink it with some branch water and mint... Damn, I would have to grow my own mint, for the tea and toddies and all... hmmnnn... This is getting too complicated... Posted 8/17/2005 at 10:8 AM |
Tuesday August 16, 2005
Aaarrgghhh... Somebody get me a band-aid... I am feeling things today, random, incoherent things... I feel one of those bizarre jags coming on... you know the ones... starts with a bunch of shouting about things that don't make much sense but appear to be important to the shouter and end up in a strange crying breakdown... I feel like a tiger in a cage... pacing back and forth, growling at my water dish... I feel like throwing myself at the feet of my favorite rock stars and thanking them for the beautiful music... which makes me feel like a big puss... I feel like the end of summer... please, bring on the fall, I am sweating here and they don't appear to have the ability to do anything about the heat... I feel like wang chung tonight... everybody wang chung tonight... remember that movie, to live and die in L.A.? There is something about that movie that makes me feel something, can't really put my finger on it... I feel like sitting in a bar, drinking and smoking and playing darts and coming out of the bar after several hours into the cool of a fall afternoon... I feel like standing next to Fiona's bunk bed and watching her sleep (I do this every morning, for a minute or two...) I feel like crawling back into bed with my old lady and cuddling like we used to do so many years ago, when we didn't have so many responsibilities or any plans for the entire day... (not laying in bed for the entire day, no plans for the entire day... except maybe going down to University Village or something, getting some nachos from Taco Del Mar, maybe browsing through the books at Barnes and Noble, etc.) Feelin' Funky, ants on a junky, I got more rhymes that a zoo has got monkeys... Feeling a strange pressure in my head, like maybe something is going on... like it may split down the middle like some sort of ripe melon (hhhmmnn, melons)... Ahhhhh, starting to feel ambivalent again... sweet, sweet ennui... I feel like writing more like Henry Miller (kinda sexy and common) and less radical, like HST...
Climbed a hella big mountain (more than 400' above sea level) and stacked stones on the beach... the stacking of stones (for me) was supposed to represent the impermanance of life or some other such buddhist thing, but then these dudes started throwing rocks at them to knock them down and I was all like, HEY!!!, and then Jessica started pushing them over and I was all like, HEY!!! so I guess I didn't really learn enough about impermanence as I thought. I went to Walmart AND Kmart all in the same day... I do not recommend this... Oh, yeah, the Scottish Highland Games... went there... did not get the puffy shirt... it was HOT out... saw the Wicked Tinkers but the didgeridoo player that most women consider to be HOT was not there (Wayne Belger), and looking over the Tinkers site he is not listed as a band member any longer, whats up with that... I must have done some other things but let me think on that for a bit... *************Yep, Wayne is no longer playing with the Tinkers... So says THIS... Sorry ladies...************* Posted 8/16/2005 at 10:57 AM |
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