Numerologist claim 145 to be the luckiest, best number. Some say it holds magical powers. So consider any writing in the confines of this post to be magical. And like magic and religion I'll free write and hope for people thousand years from now to uncover this blog from the then-archaic Internet. So tune in, drop out and dig:
Shockjocks like Michael Savage, whose real surname is Wiener, Limbaugh the other fucker from Fox are millionaires by blank minded wack jobs.
Strippers and prostitutes have one up on your average party girl. They at least get compensated for their soulless romps.
Is Michael Vick banned from zoos? Is Philadelphia going to erect a statue of Vick holding pitbulls in a leach? Maybe by the Rocky statue.
Who came first Sylvester Stallone the actor or Sylvester the cat?
The sun can't be trusted. And probably should be executed.
A study shows drinking large amounts of coffee can produce hallucinations and/or hear voices. As a consumer of large amounts of coffee I'm beginning to question the most trivial things. Is this computer real? Am I really typing? Have I created a fantasy world complete with family, friends and pets?! My dear Jasmine she's not real just a coffee induced hallucination! Damn you coffee. Delicious java devil. The bean that turns you into a loony bin. Well I always knew it'd be coffee or caring too much who'd drive me into insanity.
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