Saturday, March 25, 2006

My Lord Help Us From This Evil

Gut check in our lives.

They keep comin after us.

Worse N The Isamofaciscts.

Life is hard. Defend yer turf.

Oink.

Comments:
There's plenty of room for all cults until they get too uppity.
 
Exactly. N that one is way too uppity in everyone's faces and lives.

Sorry bout the rant.

Back to meaningless and overpriced and overdrugged sports and their stars.
 
Stop berrating Barry Bonds!

He got what he deserved.

An asterisk.
 
1) No awsterik yet.
2) Left alone, he'll eclipse it all.
3) I just don't care anymore.

His two back to back seasons of hi average and huge dongers, er, dingers, was incredible.

Basketball rules, Kings win, playoffs are close. N the rink melted . . . from a lack of interest . . . . .

Poker n pickin rule this clan, good choices, too.

Someone call a fest.
 
OK......







Yer a fest!
 
"I am NOT drunk.
I never felt better in my life.
(hurl)
Ok, NOW I've never felt better in my life."

Fest me one time, baby.
Fest me twice today.
Please, soon, wubba wubba, yadda yadda.
 
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