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The Answer. The Question. The Excuse.
|  Peace Frogby Laurence Trundle Lawrence   November 15, 2004 There's blood in the streets,
there's meat on these sheets. What am I, sleeping with a butcher? Napping on crazy wax paper wrapped in crap vapors dreaming of walking on gongs past a sleeping pitbull. Goddamn is this song loud carpeting the air like a plumber who woke up and forgot what his goddamned job was and just started carpeting everything. Crazy fuck. Chicago's overrated. I once dated a girl from Chicago and she wasn't that great. Birds swoop down like marionettes on a string in some kind of puppet show about birds or something. Blood stains the palm trees like a toilet brush from a bloody toilet. Jesus, how did that happen?? Yuck. There's a trash can full of homosexual Easter candies if you're interested. What if there were a holiday called Homosexual Easter ? Would you take the day off work? Or would you just show up anyway and work so nobody thought you were queer? That s a tough one. I once rode a boat through a river of sadness. Man did that suck. But I wrote a haiku on the ride: I once kissed an overweight Eskimo Don't ask, it's nobody you would know She smelled kind of crappy and she looked sort of Jappy come to think of it, what kind of chick is named Elmo? Shit, that's not a haiku, it s a limerick. Gotta remember: the Japs eat the fish, the Irish drink like fish. Christ, it's still raining blood out there. What a perfect day to call in sick. I wonder if I could still get paid if I say it's Homosexual Easter? Quote of the Day“Fascism is not the devices and mechanisms that force us to our knees, but those who operate in the shadows and convince us "on our knees" is the place we're born. And the first seed of fascism is rent.”-Crosby in 3F, every first of the month Fortune 500 CookieToday is not your day, buddy—by a horrible bit of luck, your day was exactly six weeks before you were conceived. The good news is you look a lot like William Daniels; the bad news is that doesn't pay much these days. Watch out Thursday, when you're nearly buried in a deluge of Fangoria magazines that have been building up in your closet. Lucky numbers? You want luck? Eat me, sadsack.Try again later. Top-Selling Porn Musicals
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