thoughts and things i have recently seen.
i used to think the white house was the center of the empire. now, i think it may be the credit card companies. just where are they located?
heard a woman say that she "would never buy used porn." well, it's not like the guy is jacking off onto the video.
a vacation...you are happy to have it, but mad that it doesn't last. the feeling of dread arrives, as the routine returns.
i make a little bit more than the average salary in 1979, the year that i was born. on the other hand, i am buddy richer than 99 percent of the plant. what kind of a shelley manne am i to complain when i am living like a king while others live like a max roach. by the way pinko, if you could drum up some readers for me, i would appreciate it. i could even art taylor the material to suit their needs. perhaps, i could do a story on my family in philly joe jones, or, for you lovers of vegetables, i could rave about the corn on the jimmy cobb i had for dinner. pinko, down to your willy shoemaker shorts, i implore you not to spike lee anyone's drink. do the right thing, for it is a jungle fever out there, and while malcolm x karl marx the spot, i am not dogging you. in the end, whatever you do, remember to do it for god and country.
perhaps if we had a shit in movement, an ass roots movement, and if we remembered to salute the fag and have a gay old time, everything would be much better.
that took some larry flyntstones to come up with that line. well, life is a hustle, but if you want to feel like a paul newman, you'll do what you can to stay fresh.
whatever happened to kool mo d?
i never thought i would have fond memories of "press your luck" and "name that tune."
by the way, where have all the whammies gone? that guy that mastered press your luck is a hero of mine. of course, a hero ain't nothing but a sandwich, so i ask that you go light on the craig mustard, as i relish the next pun that comes, and i ketchup on the good lines. i got serious for a while, but, at least for a day, i feel silly.
i also never thought i would have fond mammories either. oh, the wheel of good fortune has seemingly spun my way, and i don't think i am in jeopardy of losing it. in the meanwhile, i, an american, idle about, blogging.
there are only 20 contestants left. one of the guys that got voted off sang "suspicious minds."
sometimes don't we all feel that we are caught in a trap? ironically enough, the trap tends to be television. these singers are awful, too young, over singers, no pitch, no understanding of a lyric. one girl was singing "take another little piece of my heart" as she jumped around, seemingly the happiest woman on earth. someone else sang "where the boys are." what a connie job. it was enough to make me want to hear frances albert sinatra.
20 left. and america, you certainly do not have talent.
and we sit on sofas, watching the joke, as the networks laugh, counting the bills, growing rich, buddy.
i'm sure you just wanted to make sure this blog is dead.
well, it is.
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