Learn About Rainby Dixon LaRue ![]() June 23, 2003 The rain falls wet like
sloppery skittles from the mouth of a stupid dog. The beautiful rain, it coats the trees like sex lubricant. But that's where the rivers come from. The rain slides down the trees like sweat down the crack of your ass and puddles on the ground where a child could drown if it were sleeping or hog-tied or just plain stupid. Those puddles slink across the soil like creeping wet things to form creeks, which conspire to form streams which fuck together into rivers. Rivers are like a freeway of water drops, all the drops cutting each other off and screaming profanely. You can hear them. But it's not like a freeway because ducks can't float on the freeway or logs or alligators with frogs on their backs. Quick! Jump in the hole with the fly! Where frog sex can occur and the bonus round is secured. The rain fills up the ocean and lakes, but in the roundabout way, like a drunk peeing on the wall, instead of in the dixie cup you gave him. Nature is like that dirty drunk. That is the lesson. Quote of the Day“Fortune is a fickle bitch. No, wait… I'm thinking of my wife. That's right, my wife's the fickle bitch. Fortune is some transcendentalist concept.”-Martoon Romeo Fortune 500 CookieQuick, put these shoes on—walk around in them to get comfortable, if you need to. This week, fasten your seatbelt for the ride of your life. Straight over the goddamn cliff and everything. Sure, when you say a dog talks to you, everybody believes you, but make it a rhesus monkey and all of a sudden you're "crazy." Now here's Trip with the sports.Try again later. How Did Rat Poison Get in Food for Dogs & Cats?
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