Moronic Ramblings

Every girl's crazy 'bout a sharp dresed man. 

Yeah....I think this picture says it all. If any of you are wondering what that rubble is in the background, it's debris STILL lingering from Hurricane Katrina. Hey America, let's make sure Tucker, Carlton, Tobias, and Thorton all can get in a fresh 36 holes before anything is done about the devestation and destruction to thousands of homes of the poor. I hope Judge Smails here gets nothing below a triple bogey on everyhole.

Oh no, there's TOTALLY no such thing as socio-economical divide in our country. None whatsoever. (Place tongue firmly against cheek.......HERE.)

...and make sure that these sons of bitches NEVER bite.

Take poison ivy, mix it with a little chicken pox and you'll get bed bug bites. Dudes, I'm scratching like a heroin addicted drying up for the first 48 hours.

Seriously, soliciting sex from strange homeless people.... in a desolate back alley..... on an abadoned twin mattress....for crystal meth....is TOTALLY not worth getting these bites. I'm going pack to huffing Glade.

Remember 20 years ago when we, as a country, utterly despised the people of Iran and the Soviet Union? Remember when both of these nations conspired against the U.S. to form one of the deadliest tag team combinations in the history of professional wrestling, in hopes to crumble the the fiber of democracy and the free world?

Rogue tagteams; gonna invade your ranch, make you unlearn English and pray to Allah.

I miss the 80's, where jingoism and pure hatred were just part of the social norm.

Becasue with creatures like this roaming the earth, who knows what is bound to happen.

 Ooooooo....Hard Rock Cafe in Las Vegas, you guys are TOTALLY Nuckin' Futs! Naming the Mexican branch of your restaurant after a vagina, that's SOOOOOOO edgy. You guys are about as crazy a slogan on a Coed Naked t-shirt. Don't push that envelope too much now.

 Actually, this got me thinking about a couple of entrepreneurial endeavors I've been mulling over for quite some time now.

I'm thinking of opening a sporting goods store. Not your average Sports Authority or Herman's, but an original; one of kind. I'd solely sell wooden sporting equipment. You know, stuff like wooden baseball bats, cricket paddles, cross country skies, old school canoes, golf drivers, and achery accesories. I will call it "Sportin' Wood."

I'm looking to open a peanut stand. You know, the ones that grace the corners of the financial district of a major metropolis. I want to have my friends David, Dominic, Dimitri, Donald, Darren, Daryl, Dirk, and Danny to invest into this and become Managing Partners. We will name it "D's Nuts."

Just busy and lazy.

ANYWAY, back home in the Commonwealth of Massachusetts, my family and friends have been getting nailed with some Hard Rain. I think my family will be safe, just as long as Morgan Freeman and Christian Slater don't pry into their basement and steal their possesions. Fucking Hollywood Liberals.