Music is many things, but it is not when John Cage threw a fish on a piano on live Italian tv.
Spc Nobody Special
Ummmm....present?
whoops, hang on.... fixed it....
So here we are at last, the final showdown. I'm ready, they're ready. It's just me and about 1500-2500(actual population of them in the valley) of the meanest mule deer to ever walk the streets of Copperas Cove, about to go face to face, toe to mmmm....well in a showdown anyways...My flamethrowers loaded, and so am I. I grab my tinfoil beanie and reach for the front d
Well, it's gotta be easier for the team, now that Kudai (hussein's kid) isn't beating the crap out of them daily for making mistakes, or throwing them in jail....that always throws a wrench in the training program.
Sadly, it is like so many other things, we know better, we just make poor choices deliberately. Running is awesome, yes it absolutely sucks at first, but after the initial pain and trial, which is much shorter than you think, it starts feeling great. Now I always feel better when I run. I have more energy, more appetite, and more ability to face my troubles during the day.
P.S. And what's wrong with opera? Puccini and bizet rock, and even wagner had his good bits.....once you sorted through the other 30 hours or so.....
Moves around a lot, but right now - Cocaine Blues, Johnny Cash.... or the old van cliburn recording from the russian competition where he played the Rachmoninov #2 concerto, especially the allegro at the beggining.
Malarkey- Slang. Exxagerated or foolish talk, usu. intended to decieve. [?] American Heritage Dictionary. - Slang Foolish or insincere talk; nonsense. Websters Dictionary Hang around, you're sure to pick some up.... not sure on pronounciation of his name, here goes.... One evening while searching for car keys, Was kidnapped by disciples of Harteis, But I haven't a fret, Sold my soul to Biznet, And a leg and
It'd make an awesome D.A. photo
Never fear, Fred Harteis is omnipotent and omnipresent, he's standing outside your door with the cure right now!
Very good poem, even without limerick form... sorry to hear about your depression. I think this would set well to music, can almost hear simon and garfunkle type guitar playing softly under it in a minor key.
Good pics, cute kids. Rejoice and be of good cheer.
Day 4 Got up this morning, relaxed, made waffles, went down to the store. The evil deer coalition has been temporarily crippled by u.d. (united deer) talks. The dumb bastards foolishly feel that force is harmful to good feelings, and that they can talk me out of my terrorist speciest movement. Hostile actions have been temporarily halted while the de
Ok then, how bout new variation of an old joke? My bulldog is filled with malarkey, When he goes for a drag through the parkey, With no hind legs at all, And two great shiny brass balls, So the neighbor kids all call him Sparky!
GGUV WWDV PPTL LEGG FTU? (sheebool chok kaht nay? see previous article on superpowers), don't worry dear readers, it's a military linguist thing....i think.
Too .....cute......must.......hurl.....BBBLLLLUURRRHHHHHH....ahhh.
Used the last of the tinfoil two days back. Using cantaloupe rinds instead, and Country Crock over my torso and groin....Pray the margarine holds out....I hate rancid yak butter.
In haiku, Rabbit runs burning, Dies laughing at cricket club. Don't f*$k with the hare. "The popcorn you're eating has been pissed in, film at eleven"
Day 3 That's right, today was the day of the flamethrower. It was the Day of the Bambi barbeque at the casa Nobody Special......for about twenty seconds, anyway.......Ever try to run from a deer with it's eyebrows missing? At first, my army surplus flamethrower was great, they never saw it coming. Then a sudden gust of wind blew out the pilot light.....Sigh,
You're right, just thinking about it makes me hot. I'm burning with rage. But oh well, hare today, gone tommorow. In England a cute little bunny, Cost cricket clubs great deals of money, And made him a name, As he went down in flame, So we toast him....with sauce made of honey. "Play the man Master Ridley, We shall this day, light such a candle, by God's grace, in England, as I trust shall never be put out" -Hugh L
Not only that he definately has a feel for the military, (Duh, have to respect his service in Nam, and his time as a POW) he doesn't wiggle on his stands, and has an extreme talent for cutting through bullshit and pork barrel. I don't always agree with him, but I respect him..... Oh yeah, and I liked his self-satirical appearances on those Comedy Central comercials too. He's far from perfect, but at least with him there's a nice blend of charisma,
Bonanza bonfire, buddy. Bitchin', benevolent, bold blog....bye! P.S. Alliterate always....
No, no.....the alarm clock is good. And before you move don't forget to file a change of address... in their name. Hope those important bills of theirs don't end up in alaska.....(grin).....or failing that, mail them a fresh fish from your new loc....by slow mail. Death to the assclowns! It ain't right, but it sure feels good....
I'm thinking my throw away is going to be a write-in for John McCain, perky nipples or not.