Dechristo

since anorexia became common.

oh-ho, man! That poor son-of-a-bitch!

I can't help about the shape I'm in I can't sing I ain't pretty and my legs are thin But don't ask me what I think of you I might not give the answer that you want me to Oh well...

As I rest in a satisfying cloud of partial inebriation due to ample volume of irish cream-laced coffee, I wonder about other opinions of choice intoxicants. Or is the setting/company as, or more, important than the substance? Gotta admit, resting shirtless in the pleasant temperature of the waning daylight hours of a beautiful summer day in the mountains, the strains of "Jericho" from the Miles of Aisles album massaging the atmosphere, and the knowledge that my first grandchild is barely hours from taking her first breath lends a momentary disregard for Time and its demands. Fuck that sappy shit! What's your favorite buzz?

Privatization of personal daylight savings will leave us irresponsible types in the dark. Did someone turn the lights off?

We've had Daylight Savings Time since when? Woodrow Wilson? You ask the government where they've been storing the saved daylight and you only get a stupored look from 'em. I think they've been spending it on the sly all along. Time to elect an administration that will put the saved daylight in a lock-box.

insightful, informative, exploratory of new concepts... they oughta give you a freakin' doctorate! But,... the hottiest?

-wipe Is it two-ply and quilted?

an iron mouse.

Lot of senators say that

ehhhhh... what's up, Doc?

Oh, don't worry. At any moment, your strong suit of frivolity will push-off your momentary cloud of, well, I don't believe it's stupidity... so it may be, dark vapors of malice.

Ok, I'll play it safe... I won't quote you anymore today.

Oh, yeah? Let's see if you can trade 40 goats and 20 cows for 20 sowsandbucks!

I've got a brand new pair of roller skates you've got a brand new key I think that we should get together and try 'em on to see...

I'd trade 40 goats and 20 cows for 10 female hogs and 10 male rabbits.

Bullshit. You shot the cat into the air with that potato gun.

Thank you for putting into black and white for me. Ireneo, are your skinhead dues paid?

Wasn't he in the Bay City Rollers?

Fred and Mick graduated in the same class at Bedrock High. Wasn't Jagger and Wilma an item before he married Bianca?

...what I scream when I'm about to bust a nut.

pet My dog gets supremely pissed-off if an audible fart is let go near him. His own farts don't bother him. Should've named him Margaret Thatcher.

Thanks for the mammaries.

They were great when I saw 'em... in '75. Of course, Jagger was only 32-years-old at that time.