Thayt's one 'UNGRY wallaby, mate.
Bite your head off, man.
Fucking mouse has a back button, deleted everything I was typing in here by accident. But that doesn't matter. You know why?
I'm getting the fuck out of here.
Yes, enough of this cold and autumn nonsense. I'm off to Hawai'i where the most beautiful woman ever will meet me at the airport and we'll go off to frolic beneath the tropical sun, sipping an organic red and gorging ourselves on gleaned fruit and homemade sorbet. I'm already wearing my airplane pants.
Yeah, I'd say rubbed that in pretty well. Other than that, the gigs keep coming. Apparently the Misfits show is on if we want it. The question is: do we want? It seems like a cool opportunity, but we'll have to sell a lot of tickets (expensive ones). Anyone want to see us open for the Misfits? Let me know, I think we'll try and sell the idea before we commit.
Following the Katrina coverage on BBC and the Times, watching the outpouring of humanity to those ravaged people, I've come to a startling conclusion: there ARE decent people in the world. So why is it that we can't help but elect the slimiest ones to represent us? I mean, couldn't we just take someone aside down there, a Red Cross volunteer or a National Guard helicopter pilot or someone like that, and just say, "Hey, you seem to have it pretty well together. Can I interest you in showing the free world how to act like human beings?"
Speaking of slimeballs, Under Secretary Karen Hughes can suck a fat one. If anyone deserves the title "dried-up old hen," it would be her. For those who are unfamiliar, she's over in the Middle East (hopefully stuck on the business end of a scimitar by now) trying to push crass American values on the Arabs, Kurds, and friends. Her sell is that she's a silly tart with children who just happened to be picked to save Middle Eastern women from their culture, and it's mind-bogglingly gross. A summation of her pitch would be "Hey! I'm a mom AND I drive! Isn't the United States rad?!" She's been offending the intellects of the women she meets with, belittling their cultue, and (thank goodness) they haven't been quiet about letting her know it. The NY Times reported that, following a string of honest questions about the war, she defended Bush by saying that he "did everything he could to avoid war in Iraq." What a fat lie, and I bet she believes every word. How about letting weapons inspectors do their job? How about waiting for UN approval? How about NOT inciting violence by associating Iraq with the WTC attacks? What a total crock. She should be served in a slimy glaze to the cast of Martha Stewart's Apprentice, buffet style.
Anyway, I'm gonna go clean a toilet or something. Viva America. See you when I return from paradise, suckers.
Obserohfuckitimonvacation:
-I should have been an opinion columnist. I totally have opinions.
-Baby, we're going mango hunting!
Mahalo!
Fucking mouse has a back button, deleted everything I was typing in here by accident. But that doesn't matter. You know why?
I'm getting the fuck out of here.
Yes, enough of this cold and autumn nonsense. I'm off to Hawai'i where the most beautiful woman ever will meet me at the airport and we'll go off to frolic beneath the tropical sun, sipping an organic red and gorging ourselves on gleaned fruit and homemade sorbet. I'm already wearing my airplane pants.
Yeah, I'd say rubbed that in pretty well. Other than that, the gigs keep coming. Apparently the Misfits show is on if we want it. The question is: do we want? It seems like a cool opportunity, but we'll have to sell a lot of tickets (expensive ones). Anyone want to see us open for the Misfits? Let me know, I think we'll try and sell the idea before we commit.
Following the Katrina coverage on BBC and the Times, watching the outpouring of humanity to those ravaged people, I've come to a startling conclusion: there ARE decent people in the world. So why is it that we can't help but elect the slimiest ones to represent us? I mean, couldn't we just take someone aside down there, a Red Cross volunteer or a National Guard helicopter pilot or someone like that, and just say, "Hey, you seem to have it pretty well together. Can I interest you in showing the free world how to act like human beings?"
Speaking of slimeballs, Under Secretary Karen Hughes can suck a fat one. If anyone deserves the title "dried-up old hen," it would be her. For those who are unfamiliar, she's over in the Middle East (hopefully stuck on the business end of a scimitar by now) trying to push crass American values on the Arabs, Kurds, and friends. Her sell is that she's a silly tart with children who just happened to be picked to save Middle Eastern women from their culture, and it's mind-bogglingly gross. A summation of her pitch would be "Hey! I'm a mom AND I drive! Isn't the United States rad?!" She's been offending the intellects of the women she meets with, belittling their cultue, and (thank goodness) they haven't been quiet about letting her know it. The NY Times reported that, following a string of honest questions about the war, she defended Bush by saying that he "did everything he could to avoid war in Iraq." What a fat lie, and I bet she believes every word. How about letting weapons inspectors do their job? How about waiting for UN approval? How about NOT inciting violence by associating Iraq with the WTC attacks? What a total crock. She should be served in a slimy glaze to the cast of Martha Stewart's Apprentice, buffet style.
Anyway, I'm gonna go clean a toilet or something. Viva America. See you when I return from paradise, suckers.
Obserohfuckitimonvacation:
-I should have been an opinion columnist. I totally have opinions.
-Baby, we're going mango hunting!
Mahalo!