tim!: Neck Bloody Neck 2004 First off, a few shouts outs: To Microsoft Word on my computer, a hearty fuck off. To Washington Mutual PMI Reduction Services Department, eat my ass. To the giant turd who took my cd case while it was languishing in my unlocked and windows-down car, have some dynamite instead of underwear today. But just to suffice to blow your testicles to Florida, so that no Ho may accidentally inject yourn semen to her bellies and make more crackhead cd stealers.
Crackhead is two words - I don't think so.
I'm hot. Do not stand close or you will get burned by the diatribe busy cycling through my head. After a long day of statistical analysis, all I want is a Modelo and a taco and a taco and no letter and no excuses. The funeral home was ice cold. Kind of nice actually. Dark and cold, much I imagine as death must be. Making Hell bright and hot, or, North C. in the summertime. I enjoyed the funeral home. They watched as I scoped the urns. As if I have on my Monday MooMoo in which to conceal a $900 wooden box. What asshole pays $900 for a wooden box? If any person puts me or my ashes in a $900 box, I Will haunt you. What I'm saying is, be respectful, but do not be a jackass. Buy yourself a $900 picture frame and put my handsome face into it, so that you may look upon it all of your days. Ahhh. Have a Modelo and sit in the cold dark house that I bought for you and gaze at my picture and be happy that you are here and I am there. But remember to remember and let the car hit 5000 rpm in the first gear at least once per week. Good for the heads and the gears and the rods and such.
A tingle spreads through the crowd. If you challenge me to a duel, I will. Only sticks please, bullets are so impersonal. Delete delete delete. As a young lad I would let the most foul thoughts course though my conscious mind as an elder wagged their finger at my face. The moistness of your legs I will never know. Got the corner once from Rueben, #2 grade. The shame of it. The beast. At least on the stool with the dunce cap you have the conviction of eyes. She'ss be retired by now. More with the backspace. You'll never know.
What does it all mean? It doesn't mean anything is what it means, although I hope that I am far far off the mark on this one. Like repeating a word is so bad. Bill G. gets it in the pooter whence we meet, and I like girls. This is the extent of my distaste with his product.
Well good. I think that about covers it. Everyone take a moment to Remember Whomever it is You Remember at Memorial Day, have some fermented beverages and let the chips fall where they may.