May 02, 2005 20:53
Where did Dubella go?
Man, nobody knows
Now they're gonna test his pee
That big stupid druggie
I have no idea why I just typed that in. It's entirely possible that I'm drunk, but really not all that likely. Damn my lack of alcoholic ways. It has been quite the little amount of time since my last post, what with Fiddler and all keeping me busy as a ... as a really busy thing. Met some cool people. Got to know some others better. Pants may or may not have come off, in a geosynchronous sense of things. What? I'd tell you that I knew what that last sentence meant, but that would be abou as truthful as saying that I think the Mantis is attractive. I mean wow. What a fricken fox she is. A dead fox. That other foxes have come and eaten a little bit of, then peed on. The fox died because one morning it woke up and said to itself "Today will be that I organize the Libertarian National Convention." And so she went to her neighbor Mr. Bear, because as all animals know, the bear, and not the owl, is the most politically savvy animal alive, aside from the weasel and the tapeworm. The problem was, Mr. Bear is a hypoglycemic, which means that if he doesn't have enough glucose in his bloodstream to properly fuel his systems, he may in fact go on a murderous rampage or throw a really big and annoying hissy fit. When she knocked on his door, he kicked her so hard she landed in Kentucky. When she was in Kentucky, she met Mr. Fox, who was the fox of her dreams. They shared everything with each other, and ran off to get married. The one thing he neglected to tell her was that he was being stalked by the New Jersey Ninja Mafia because he snitched on a major Opium deal of theirs. With nothing to do but run away, the two foxes began a series of zany adventures, outwitting the hired thugs and foxsassins sent after them by the great Don Marijuana. But one day, she came home to find out that her husband was having an affair with 17 different foxettes (what can I say, foxes don't mate for life) and decided to go have an affair of her own with the first thing she saw. Unfortunately, the first thing she saw was a moving car on the interstate. As she lept into its arms, she realized the folly of her ways, because besides having no arms at all, the car was moving at seventy five miles per hour and weighed two tons. As the car struck her with the force of a speeding...well, a speeding car, she thought back to how she should have never listened to that gypsy wise woman, mostly because shrooms were addicting and expensive.
If you were reading that small passage carefully, you can see how it is an allegory for the labor relations between China and Israel.
The DC/VA trip was real fun. Spent some time with a whole lot of cool guys like collin, steve, john, john, nick, the third john, cam, shane, etc and beautiful women like clare, abby, emily, kari, eileen, hilary, etc. The dance party was a good time. So was Busch gardens. That's really all I feel like saying about that for now cuz I'm doing pretty tired. Bye.