Archive for August, 2006
It Must Be The Weight of That Huge Cranium.
Sunday, August 6th, 2006I know that all I talk about lately are seizures and that I am becoming this desperately boring person who is exactly like one of those old ladies who sits next to you in the doctor’s office and says, “OY, my sciatica, I SHOULD DIE! I was taking the pills from Schwartzmann, and then […]
This Is Not A Real Entry.
Thursday, August 3rd, 2006So, you may notice that I now have ads and am a big fat sellout-y sellout who done sold out and am now rolling in filthy Google lucre.
Riiiiight. I’ll call you when my ten-cent check comes in so we can party with all our… water.
I also will be having some merchandise soon, so as to […]
The System Is Full Of Pigfuckers.
Wednesday, August 2nd, 2006OK. I have long been harboring a deep, dark hatred for Social Security, because not only have they made me jump through hoops in order to get my disability payments rolling, they have made me tap-dance on one toe, naked, with a flaming midget super-glued to my belly button, while singing the Numa Numa song; […]
Shoo Fly, Don’t Bother Me.
Tuesday, August 1st, 2006There has been an abundance of flies in our house.
Lest you think I come from dirty folk who leave trails of barbecue sauce on the carpet and pick their toes with their teeth, let me school you: my house is clean.
My mother is so clean and fanatical and anal that I have to wash the […]
