it is actually the 3rd day of christmas...wait. what is that song? about the maids a milking or is it farmers a slaughterin' or is 5 golden rings or is 5 brass knuckles? oh wait. is it 3 french hens or is it 3 ham hocks? i am fucked this morning. as christmas moves into the ez pass lane, i have a lot of things on my mind. i am worried about the guns n roses fued with dr. pepper. i love dr. pepper. i don't heart the calories, but dr. pepper said he would give everyone a free pop if guns n roses cd dropped by the end of 2008. well, that shit dropped right into the pool with the cosby kids. make sure you double wipe, we have a long ride up the GSP to the mall, peeps. i had to go on itunes this morning to check the status of britney's cd. it is number one on cd sales and her new single, circus is number one too. so, i can rest for now on that. but until next thursday when billboard.com posts the number one's it be a monkey on my back. i already got a few monkeys camping out back there. shopping. drinking. smoking. shooting. actually, i gave the needles a rest in the 80's. my skin ended up being more important than getting high people. actually, the advances in concealers these days is amazing race. something else flying around in my head is god. there is this music store in michigan where the employees of the store have seen the face of jesus in the grains of the wood on a guitar. SAY WHAT? isn't god suppose to be working with the suits and ties on wall street to clean up this recession that is cloggin' up our toliets and let me tell you i am not putting on my hunter wellies that were over a $100. 00 because my bathroom is flooded with shit, piss, and soggy charmin. NOT SEEIN' IT. NOT HEARIN' IT. NOT FEELIN' IT. jesus should not be hangin' out in some mid western state strummin' old led zepplin tunes with some hill billy stoners. he should be embracing the true meaning of christmas. LOTS OF HOLIDAY DECORATONS. EXPENSIVE GIFTS. BOOZY EGGNOG AND REINDEERS THAT REALLY KNOW HOW TO FLY. snaps to rudolph. i will play your reindeer games anytime. the only red nose i know that lights up is ted kennedy's and that was pre tumor times. I am drowning in a sea of questions and doggie paddlin' very poorly towards the answers...and i just caught by mother nature peein' in the ocean. i started unpacking my suitcase from my november 6th trip to florida this morning. i have 2 other trips to unpack too. something i don't have to worry about is my angel network is not looking out for me because JLC threw a bottle of mouth wash in my bag for me as a surprise. usually he throws in condoms and lube in my bag. more like a chasity belt made of steel. it looks like it came from costco's or some bulk place. it is about 120 oz of citrus germ killer. but, then by the note attached to it i have to start frettin' that the cleary family elm has a history of tree rot. should i be worried that i am going to be mistaken a fag that's house is on wheels? are people going to think my 1 carat each diamond studs are really only smoke and mirrors...and a lot of cut glass? well, my prince albert is 100 percent real bling, assholes. christmas is suppose to be the most wonderful time of the year. i am starting to think satan is playing a mean game of twister with me and i am the fattiest person in the game.
http://sandiego.craigslist.
No comments:
Post a Comment