it appears that i will be docked today for blowing off a meeting. i tried to keep my job at bay, wasting time, but it seems i was one of the only paras who didn't show. i just couldn't get an otis reading on it. i bought a para pants yesterday at marshalls, and i have finally marshalled the courage to be a coward like noel noel something about israel. i attempted to type a pete christmas caroll but the us can't c what i mean. i want liberty, freedom, and a neighbor who doesn't think he is benny goodman. however, he may be a good man, unlike eddie daffy who works with allison mann, who didn't duck out out of the meeting like donald rumsfeld. i played gin rumsfeld last night, but luckily i had a designated driver, who struck out twice but did homer simpson in the 5th.
work continues to bore me. why can't i do something that matters, like run for president, or watch swan. if you've seen swan, you've seen them all. all for one, and one for all , and 3 for a quarter to 3, there is no one in the place except you and me so set them up joe, i've got a little story i think you should know. but, can you really "know" anything? is kenny burrell really black? did e lie about inventing the cotton gin? there he go a gin with his lies. what happened to the first 7 henry's? henry up and take out the garbage, i've got to take my cotton gin and tonic at 2. does decency exist, and if so, why is it the indecent who seem to talk about it so much?
but alas, there is no time for questions, for we need answers. we are running out of time, and time is of the essence magazine that the great jill scott was on the cover of. yes, we all have our own magazines now, so who cares about income inequality, racism, and war? we have the joiner center to study war, but in truth, i would rather join her, than work at the joiner. perhaps this statement needs a rejoinder. still, i don't need an institute to tell me that war fucks people up. but, you won't get thrown in jail for studying reality, only for trying to change it. however, i shouldn't be too hard on (which i don't have at the moment by the way, as the women in the computer lab make me go limp as a dove) the joiner, for i know and respect people who work there. i had a temptations to mention the joiner center, even though i may be losing you in a ball of confusion, but i ain't too proud to beg for your understanding, because i love the way you do the things you do. i'm having a ruffin time right now, but david knows how i feel, and so does his brother, who sits broken hearted because he tried to shit but only farted. shiting is a pain in the ass wrote tough shit (ts) elliot, but who reads anymore? who is reading this? dorothy are you still there? how about you sam, are you there, are you real? we all need goals son, so let me give you a benny hinn, keep the faith, no matter what hills you may have to climb every mountain, follow every rainbow till you find your dream that one day little black and white and latino and asian and indigineous boys and girls and women and men will rise up and tear this hypocritical farce we call a country to pieces. i, meanwhile, will be on the sidelines, cheering them on from a distance. you can bette on that, unless i am having a midler life crisis trying to figure out where christ is with all this crisis.
work continues to bore me. why can't i do something that matters, like run for president, or watch swan. if you've seen swan, you've seen them all. all for one, and one for all , and 3 for a quarter to 3, there is no one in the place except you and me so set them up joe, i've got a little story i think you should know. but, can you really "know" anything? is kenny burrell really black? did e lie about inventing the cotton gin? there he go a gin with his lies. what happened to the first 7 henry's? henry up and take out the garbage, i've got to take my cotton gin and tonic at 2. does decency exist, and if so, why is it the indecent who seem to talk about it so much?
but alas, there is no time for questions, for we need answers. we are running out of time, and time is of the essence magazine that the great jill scott was on the cover of. yes, we all have our own magazines now, so who cares about income inequality, racism, and war? we have the joiner center to study war, but in truth, i would rather join her, than work at the joiner. perhaps this statement needs a rejoinder. still, i don't need an institute to tell me that war fucks people up. but, you won't get thrown in jail for studying reality, only for trying to change it. however, i shouldn't be too hard on (which i don't have at the moment by the way, as the women in the computer lab make me go limp as a dove) the joiner, for i know and respect people who work there. i had a temptations to mention the joiner center, even though i may be losing you in a ball of confusion, but i ain't too proud to beg for your understanding, because i love the way you do the things you do. i'm having a ruffin time right now, but david knows how i feel, and so does his brother, who sits broken hearted because he tried to shit but only farted. shiting is a pain in the ass wrote tough shit (ts) elliot, but who reads anymore? who is reading this? dorothy are you still there? how about you sam, are you there, are you real? we all need goals son, so let me give you a benny hinn, keep the faith, no matter what hills you may have to climb every mountain, follow every rainbow till you find your dream that one day little black and white and latino and asian and indigineous boys and girls and women and men will rise up and tear this hypocritical farce we call a country to pieces. i, meanwhile, will be on the sidelines, cheering them on from a distance. you can bette on that, unless i am having a midler life crisis trying to figure out where christ is with all this crisis.
2 comments:
hahahahahahaha!!!!!!! I look forward to reading this blog everyday! Thank you Chairman!!
where do U come up with this stuff? zany, funny . . .
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