Haven't done ice buckets in a while. It's nice to be on Mars again. My hip has been killing me all week.
I can't decide between the two, but I know where one influential figure would stand. Spoiler Yep, common response. My sexual advances Have negative yards.
The only thing I can say about Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers vs CCR is that you would never want to follow either one of them onstage. Either one on stage is going to play song after song that you are familiar with even if you do not know the name of the song. Very tough acts to follow.
Stick and Stones, Rubber and Glue, I know you are but what am I. Are you going to start writing break-up poetry to each other as well? I used to be boss at it. Real tears stained the paper I sent. As well as the blood from where I stuffed the severed tip of my so I would always be "in touch" with her as I eloquently wrote with a flourish. I tell you, you drive by a girl's house seven nights a week for a few months in vinyl lederhosen while wearing a cow skull and everybody blows it out of whack.
The fact that you accidentally left out which body party you mailed the tip of to a girl makes this post a million times more creepy. I've come up with three guesses - penis, finger, and nose - and I can't decide which one's best. Or worst, depending on how you're looking at it.
I ran the Stockholm half marathon yesterday. Turns out, best way to see Stockholm is to do so by watching its finest asses go running in their tightest shorts. One assumes there were people attached, but you know.
Diet thread posters Is getting so skinny worth becoming a douche? Creedence is catchy But all their songs sound the same Kind of annoying Only Tom Petty Could write a great song about Reseda's Vampires
Every time I see that 3 bellied lard bucket mother I want to buy new tires. How she hasn't snapped up the Michelin endorsement deal I do not know. Her agent must be crappy. And by agent I mean that guy drinking Keystone Light at 9 a.m. whose office is actually a Waffle House bathroom stall. Oh, Honey Boo-Boo, your show is shit-tastic. Saw a chunk of it, The Redneck Olympics. It looked staged. Either the whole thing is staged, or their life is so simple and shitty it looks staged by a cheap production company. Imagine the Anti-Truman Show. The kid is just this pawn put in the middle of a production that doesn't have a lot of money, so they do it in coon-ass Georgia.
Turns out Buffalo, NY isn't THAT much of a shit hole. Maybe the alcohol helped. I tried a White IPA yesterday and I'm convinced it's brewed with angel wings and unicorns. It was so good. And now I can't even remember which brewery it was from. I also tried the best cider of my life. I usually hate cider.
Here's my life: I'm watching my bid on ebay, hoping it holds up until tonight when it closes. My bid: just north of a whole dollar. Good lord, I'm fucking boring.
Oh, joyous tidings! A text message from Gravy! "Give my book back, bitch." There once was a dog Who slept by my side all night Dumb choice, I sleepfart. Who so loved the world? Gave his only begotten Son? (John Travolta) If you request food, Child, I will prepare you some. Whine not for ice cream. ---------------------------------------------------- Gravy, let's do limericks next time! Or sestinas, but don't tell Nom about that one because he has an unfair advantage.