i don't want to hurt you and you don't want to hurt me
Some people really upset me. They REEALLLY do. People who KNOW what they are doing and they do it anyways..aghh nothing like a good person going to waste.
I am EXTREMELY cranky right now. Ask me why? Nah! You don't care..but I caught on to you from the start..and you're stiiill reading, so I might as well let ya blunder it outta me. Weeelll after a fun-filled day involving the antics of the fabulous, the live, the extreeemely corny, pauline & wayne! ..sideshow= trips to Bernie & Phyls, Jordans Furniture, and Furniture World. Yes!!! I've won the grand prize package of an exhilarating 7 FUCKING HOUR "road trip." Can I be greedy now? Just for a bit..then I'll go back to being 'selfless' and sacrificing my emotions for the sake of those lucky passerbys.
My sister CANNOT control that trap! 'itis' of the PIEHOLE. Man-oh-man. She has to blame everything on me..and yet she STILL hasn't clicked in which we both get punished..so she got to share my joy of winning the trip, however she seemed to be overall more joyous than me. cracks Me UP!
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Folks, I'd like to sing a song about the American dream. About me. About you. About the way our Amercan hearts beat down in the bottom of our chests. About the special feeling we get in the cockles of our hearts-maybe in the sub-cockle area. Maybe in the liver. Maybe in the kidneys. Maybe even in the colon, we don't know.
You know what I'm going to do? I'm gonna get myself a 1967 Cadillac Eldorado convertable -hot pink with whaleskin hubcaps and all-leather interior and big brown baby seal eyes for the headlights. I'm gonna drive around in that baby at 115mph, getting one mile per galllon, sucking down Quarter Pounder cheeseburgers from McDonald's in the old-fashioned nonbiodegradeable containers. When I'm done suckin' down those greaseball burgers, I'm gonna toss the Styrofoam container right out the side and there ain't a goddamned thing anybody can do about it. You know why? Because we got the bombs, that's why. Two words nuclear fuckin weapons, okay? Russia, Czechslovakia, Romania -they can have all the democrazy they want, have a big democrazy cakewalk walk through the middle of Tianamen Square and it won't make a lick of difference because we've got the bombs, okay?
John Wayne's not dead -he's frozen. And as soon as we find a cure for cancer we're gonna thaw out the Duke and he's gonna be pretty pissed off. You know why? Have you ever taken a cold shower? Well multiply that by 15,000,000 times -thats how pissed off the Duke's gonna be. I'm gonna get the Duke and John Cassavetes and Lee Marvin and Sam Peckinpah and a case of whisky and drive down to Texas...
and have a humongous barbecue- we're gonna go to LBJ's ranch and start a bonfire and throw deer and rabbits and cats and old people, and slow drivers and Mickey Rourke and- you know something? You really are an asshole. Shut up.
I am EXTREMELY cranky right now. Ask me why? Nah! You don't care..but I caught on to you from the start..and you're stiiill reading, so I might as well let ya blunder it outta me. Weeelll after a fun-filled day involving the antics of the fabulous, the live, the extreeemely corny, pauline & wayne! ..sideshow= trips to Bernie & Phyls, Jordans Furniture, and Furniture World. Yes!!! I've won the grand prize package of an exhilarating 7 FUCKING HOUR "road trip." Can I be greedy now? Just for a bit..then I'll go back to being 'selfless' and sacrificing my emotions for the sake of those lucky passerbys.
My sister CANNOT control that trap! 'itis' of the PIEHOLE. Man-oh-man. She has to blame everything on me..and yet she STILL hasn't clicked in which we both get punished..so she got to share my joy of winning the trip, however she seemed to be overall more joyous than me. cracks Me UP!
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Folks, I'd like to sing a song about the American dream. About me. About you. About the way our Amercan hearts beat down in the bottom of our chests. About the special feeling we get in the cockles of our hearts-maybe in the sub-cockle area. Maybe in the liver. Maybe in the kidneys. Maybe even in the colon, we don't know.
You know what I'm going to do? I'm gonna get myself a 1967 Cadillac Eldorado convertable -hot pink with whaleskin hubcaps and all-leather interior and big brown baby seal eyes for the headlights. I'm gonna drive around in that baby at 115mph, getting one mile per galllon, sucking down Quarter Pounder cheeseburgers from McDonald's in the old-fashioned nonbiodegradeable containers. When I'm done suckin' down those greaseball burgers, I'm gonna toss the Styrofoam container right out the side and there ain't a goddamned thing anybody can do about it. You know why? Because we got the bombs, that's why. Two words nuclear fuckin weapons, okay? Russia, Czechslovakia, Romania -they can have all the democrazy they want, have a big democrazy cakewalk walk through the middle of Tianamen Square and it won't make a lick of difference because we've got the bombs, okay?
John Wayne's not dead -he's frozen. And as soon as we find a cure for cancer we're gonna thaw out the Duke and he's gonna be pretty pissed off. You know why? Have you ever taken a cold shower? Well multiply that by 15,000,000 times -thats how pissed off the Duke's gonna be. I'm gonna get the Duke and John Cassavetes and Lee Marvin and Sam Peckinpah and a case of whisky and drive down to Texas...
and have a humongous barbecue- we're gonna go to LBJ's ranch and start a bonfire and throw deer and rabbits and cats and old people, and slow drivers and Mickey Rourke and- you know something? You really are an asshole. Shut up.