before i get started i just want to prey for all you cats out there to stop lion and to tell the truth williams that he could have done better against tyson if he hadn't been such a chicken. isn't that food for thought? by the way, when i ran into him, i told him,"you could have at least fought him to a tie, son."
i am blogging from the local library again. silberg used to cum in this library often, but was eventually arrested for indecent exposure. he accused the police of being antiperversionists. i will keep you abreast of the story as more titillating details become available. i am thinking of calling it the dick dialogues. since we may be on the eve of the ensler times, this story needs to be made pubic, because silence is the enema. this is a tail that needs to be told. afterward we can eat j lo with bill cosby who lost his mind in the crash of 29, and then fought iron mike dyson. i am telling the truth williams when i see him.
at work yesterday, i was helping students with a quiz. unfortunately, i ended up giving them the wrong answers. i surmise this story may not be mentioned when the union attempts to negotiate a new contract. i rationalized it by reminding myself "that it's all bullshit anyway" but i don't think this will make the students feel any better. oman told me "i think i failed" and then laughed. i told him he better play it fail safe and study for the test. i studied my testes last night and had a ball. lucille, why don't you come back where you belong? i got that from little richard's almanac. i'm really rollin on a river now, but perhaps i should turner the patti labelle page and think about how much i like ike, for we are living in the aga of tina (there is no alternative.)
just saw a "we support the troops" bumpersticker. what exactly, do "we" support? torture? cluster bombs? rape? depleted uranium? the destruction of great civilizations? environmental degradation? would "we" have supported the nazi invasion of poland. nazi easy does it every time. that joke springs to mind, but we are not of the water yet. i do have more jokes on tap, but i will need to filter them.
my dad sang with joe hunt last thursday. just so you readers can ketchup, joe hunt is a boston area drummer who played on george russell's classic riverside album "ezthetics". father was very happy to sing with him, and then the son came out,
and i couldn't see much farther because of the light. but yes, joe hunt...dolphy...russell...dad...pretty cool.
but, did the war end? are the world's children well fed now? did i get taller and less hairy? let us move to john africa america. let us eat lettuce and give up meat. it was nice to meat you. let us remember that on monday we will celebrate a white european murderer who led to millions of other white imperialist mofo's taking over this once wonderful part of the mother earth. north america used to be filled with goldman, emma tellin you. let us rise up and make a change. i'm gonna start with this underwear i've got on. everything counts, so let us begin to duke it out, and let's get the revolution started.
i'm blogging...WHAT ARE YOU DOING??
i am blogging from the local library again. silberg used to cum in this library often, but was eventually arrested for indecent exposure. he accused the police of being antiperversionists. i will keep you abreast of the story as more titillating details become available. i am thinking of calling it the dick dialogues. since we may be on the eve of the ensler times, this story needs to be made pubic, because silence is the enema. this is a tail that needs to be told. afterward we can eat j lo with bill cosby who lost his mind in the crash of 29, and then fought iron mike dyson. i am telling the truth williams when i see him.
at work yesterday, i was helping students with a quiz. unfortunately, i ended up giving them the wrong answers. i surmise this story may not be mentioned when the union attempts to negotiate a new contract. i rationalized it by reminding myself "that it's all bullshit anyway" but i don't think this will make the students feel any better. oman told me "i think i failed" and then laughed. i told him he better play it fail safe and study for the test. i studied my testes last night and had a ball. lucille, why don't you come back where you belong? i got that from little richard's almanac. i'm really rollin on a river now, but perhaps i should turner the patti labelle page and think about how much i like ike, for we are living in the aga of tina (there is no alternative.)
just saw a "we support the troops" bumpersticker. what exactly, do "we" support? torture? cluster bombs? rape? depleted uranium? the destruction of great civilizations? environmental degradation? would "we" have supported the nazi invasion of poland. nazi easy does it every time. that joke springs to mind, but we are not of the water yet. i do have more jokes on tap, but i will need to filter them.
my dad sang with joe hunt last thursday. just so you readers can ketchup, joe hunt is a boston area drummer who played on george russell's classic riverside album "ezthetics". father was very happy to sing with him, and then the son came out,
and i couldn't see much farther because of the light. but yes, joe hunt...dolphy...russell...dad...pretty cool.
but, did the war end? are the world's children well fed now? did i get taller and less hairy? let us move to john africa america. let us eat lettuce and give up meat. it was nice to meat you. let us remember that on monday we will celebrate a white european murderer who led to millions of other white imperialist mofo's taking over this once wonderful part of the mother earth. north america used to be filled with goldman, emma tellin you. let us rise up and make a change. i'm gonna start with this underwear i've got on. everything counts, so let us begin to duke it out, and let's get the revolution started.
i'm blogging...WHAT ARE YOU DOING??
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