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and no one needed to

Her phone, a feaux ivory Elizabethan, was perched on the agate table, next to the sofa with bubble wrap on it. "Pyatrick" She say, pinching my cheek just a little too hard, "how come yoah sucha li-el son-of-a-bitch!" She had my father's constant, aggressive demand for attention somewhat fully randomized. God I loved it whenever she left.

My Aunt Dotsy, still alive at 88 and crazy as a peckary with Alzheimers, used to answer the phone "fuck YOU!" like most people would say hel-LO!".

It's funny how critics of reform warn of the destruction of our society, yet pot was perfectly legal and used for over well 100 years before the Marijuana Stamp Act of 1937 came along. For some reason, historians don't mark that year as a watershed moment when our society began to finally turn around. Sending normal people who occasionally enjoy a smoke like most of us enjoy a drink to prison doesn't do a whole hell of a lot to improve the quality of our society. I think we should send Pink to prison, though.

BC's closer.

You're king for a day. Wuchoo gonna do?

That's some fuckin' stinky ass shit there, man.

Still on the original orthodics, too.

Unless you mail me 3 dollars.

I'm going to mail you something I found floating in the bathroom this morning.

Inappropriate, as usual. And that chick that had octuplets? I fucked 'er.

More for KKK maybe, but I had plantar fasciitis and procrastinated, iced it, blah blah before finally going to the podiatrist. One pair of orthodics later and I was back at it pain free, and been there for 13 years now. I have to wear the orthodics, which I thought sucked at first, but they saved my sorry ass, so now I look at them as a good thing.

Last year government collected about 33 billion in revenue from the sale of cigarettes. What I would do going forward is to reject a similar amount of projected revenue from the sale of pot, and continue to spend 8 billion a year on anti-pot enforcement. Particularly given nationwide record deficits at all government levels. Yeah, that's what I'd do.

The only thing remotely interesting about the Deep South is the dearth of paternal records regarding mulatto births. Other than that, it is more than adequately represented by its expatriots.

The trollops I tend to cavort with have been known to caterwaul.

Don't let ideology be your straightjacket.

Her angst is fine. I just can't stand her voice.

Tori Amos suks. That's going in your dossier. Got me some a them A-tree-aires comin on the Wells Fargo Wagon from Canuckistan, so I'll be ready to hang out some more. Workin on my Goodwill stick clip design.

Romper Room was OK, but Romper Stomper Room would have been better.

Do be a Do Bee. Don't be a Doo Kie.

When I was a young engineer, I took my first trip to the plastics shop (injection molding machines, mostly); the 'rough' end of our little corporate family. I opened the door, and nobody was there; just untended machines. I rounded the corner and there they all were in a semi circle of burn-scarred, wife beater wearing mold operators (and I'm just talking about the women here). In the center was a stripper, doing what she came for, with a video camera off to the side. It was someone's birthday.

and still others see a doo-by.

pics or it never happened

Does anyone here really give a flying fuck about those crackers down there? Puh-LEEEEZ.

I think if Herzog had done it, the Frog would have died trying to haul an entire pond over a mountain, because he felt as though it was his destiny. Klaus Kinsky would have played the frog, of course.