pick yourself up, dustin yourself off, and get a taste of honey bruce

a taste much sweeter than wine. i hope you appreciate my tony of voice. to be frank, i think i sound very good, especially after i drink a martino. what has helped me through the years is my faith hill that god created adam and steve lawrence. that, and edyie at gourmet restaurants has kept me fit and strong. polly bergen want a cracker? larry may flip his bird at me for these lines, but charles, what kind of jokes do you expect me to pick up at yard john sayles. perhaps some black sox humor, or a pair of scandals, but i flip flopped and decided to not buy anything. if the cashier only had a pinko hue, but alas, we are cascading hair today, gone tom tomorrow. just picture it. i don't mean to be mcgruder, but sometimes i just want to sit on the boondocks of the bay, redding. otis is madness. where is the love? why must i take this flack from everyone. why can't i find a hathaway where i can find peace. speaking of peace, i recommend "war and piece of ass" a book about a soldier in baghdad who opens a i've got the world on a string of bordellos and turns a very fine profit selling the juice to thirsty grunts who moan and twist the night away, temporarily forgetting their checkered lives and chubby bodies. even clark needs to use his dick sometimes. we all need to take a bandstand and shindig the ladies out there, ron carter. don't tell me i'm off bass clarinet. i know you think i am not a fine cello, but just remember that hope is the thing with feathers. you knew i was outward bound to say that, and while it was a far cry from what most people are blogging about, i am content with the line. where? do i come up with this stuff, you cey ron? well, i do get george tuckered out thinking up this stuff magazine sometimes, but then i remember to give maxim effort and all goes well. so i put my mcintyre to the ground and then i know that i ken do it. for we are all up against the waldron now. johnny most of us are shopping at the mal, but that is not the keys to happiness. jaki, they byard a lot of things, but does it bring them joy to the world the christ has cum in his pants. as far as i'm concerned these shoppers are out to lunch. they are searching for answers but they don't know what the question is. perhaps when they are on their last date, they will realize that honey was not the key to health. come sunday, they will go to church and neil armstrong down to pray, but their lives will remain bobby bland. for, we are not meant to live like freddie king's. not with a capitalist economy that relegates the masses to a life of drab work and mindless pursuits of constant consumerism. we are ruled by the all mighty dolphy. so take the l trane as you search for the king of sacaramento kings on this holiday. spend your billie's, you strange fruits and unusual straights. it's all fine and mellow with me, because the blues and the abstract truth is we will all be screaming the blues soon as we travel straight ahead into the abyss of destruction.
onward to the final destination.
ohh, come ye merry gentlemen.
come fly with me.
come dance with me
come swing with me
come up with another mitch albom title.
the morrie you watch, the less you know.
i hope tuesday finds you amongst love ones.
peace.