![]() Constantinople (A Spent Tin Colon)by an anagramical poem by Skippy LeBonne ![]() ![]() March 8, 2004 Connie bought an opal
("Abalone coupon night!") from Constantinople. (Flint postmen croon. A) Dennis killed a dentist (dissident knelt Daniel) at noon on a weekend. (down on one knee at a) Eustace was the loosest (teahouse. "Slow Cassette,") old bag at the ball. (sang Wallet Bloodbath.) "Skippy LeBonne, ("Penis knob? Yelp!") what are you on?" ("Wore tuna? Ahoy!") Rest, wily Sergeant Cher, (The lyrics were strange.) these are not your nights. (Ugh, the nearest sonority) I swam easy, law (was miles away.) did not concern me. (Did cement corn on) Cher mutters "Oven off, (the covers turn me off?) do not wink." (I don't know.) "Ahem... Hulk tit bin (I think the album,) is full again." (alias "Gin Flu,") "Abscess kit, sud jug... (just sucked big ass.) where'd you get all this?" (The "Swirly Eel" ad ought) "Do we bleat out?" (to be outlawed.) Cher, you crazy bitch... (Buy other chic, crazy) It's just a dream. (U.S. art amid jest) End it... as... as I tend. (instead.) Quote of the Day“There ain't no cure for the summertime blues. Or HIV. Boy, AIDS, that must suck. This has been a Public Service Announcement from Eddie Cochran.”-Eddie Cochran Fortune 500 CookieLook to the stars for guidance: preferably someone who's been in a big movie in the last five years. You will go to the bathroom this week. Don't be fooled by your lack of progress in life: things can still get much worse. This week's lucky gelatin desserts: Jell-O Jigglers, Jell-O Epileptics, Limp Hicks, Greased Piggie Bites, Spineless Weasels, Slime Dogs.Try again later. How Gay is Our Dance Instructor?
![]() Your Sister? Your sister? I kissed her, because I thought she was you! …and you had the flu that made you gain a pound or two. Or twenty. Seriously, deliriously I did mack on her lips, but I thought I was eating chips all smothered in dips! ... (2/23/04) Vaginal Scrape! Vaginal scrape! Me! Today! Hot damn hot damn, get out of my way! I've got a date with Mr. Goodtimes. And the raindrops can't hit my ass Because I'm moving too fast. Take me home, Doctor Proctor. The evening shall be... (2/9/04) Fuckin' Cold It's cold outside Fuckin' cold Like a snowman's icy balls Like a dead Eskimo stuck to a flag pole Up in Ugunumtwat, Alaska. That cold. Why does it get so cold? Because God don't love you no more Charlie. Suck on that for a while. ... (1/26/04) ![]() ![]() ![]() |