proud to be pooping
Wow I'm a nerd.
Go here And find out part of what consumes me.
Oh, good Lord, if I can synthetically justify materialism (that means be 'toopid) for just a second, then oh good Lord, High Definition rocks. It's good to get things on discount... even if they ARE birthday gifts.
I also received a set of used golf clubs minus a putter... so I bought a putter and some golf balls at Schitzo Mart, where everything, including prices, wages, and service, is bottom-of-the-barrel. For the last three days I've been building make-shift putting greens throughout my basement, and while my fufu dog interferes with every hole-in-one that I know I'm about to make, I'm getting in a lot of practice. Maybe next year I can afford to join a country club, find some "free" time, stop thinking about everything the media strives so diligently to place in my head, and go walking in green (well-manicured) fields... looking for that little white ball that I probably lost in the woods.
Ah yes... a quarter-century has passed since I have begun consuming with the rest of America. That's 25 years of aimless preparation, 20 years of (also aimless) education, 14 years of trying to live up to false standards and impressionism, 9 years of pumping exhaust fumes into the beautiful natural world, 8 years of worthless, opinionated mental masturbation and "philosophical" conversations, 5 years of looking, and 3 years of knowing. Multiply all figures by 4, and you have a long, healthy, American life. Live to be a hundred.
I hope I die upside down in a biplane... that I'm flying...
I need to get a biplane. When I get one, I'll skip ahead and go straight for the gold. Screw you, soy-fiber-proud-of-every-crap-I-take-lack-of-social-security years! Mwahahahaha!!!
Maybe next year I'll just ask for the airplane again.
dfb
Go here And find out part of what consumes me.
Oh, good Lord, if I can synthetically justify materialism (that means be 'toopid) for just a second, then oh good Lord, High Definition rocks. It's good to get things on discount... even if they ARE birthday gifts.
I also received a set of used golf clubs minus a putter... so I bought a putter and some golf balls at Schitzo Mart, where everything, including prices, wages, and service, is bottom-of-the-barrel. For the last three days I've been building make-shift putting greens throughout my basement, and while my fufu dog interferes with every hole-in-one that I know I'm about to make, I'm getting in a lot of practice. Maybe next year I can afford to join a country club, find some "free" time, stop thinking about everything the media strives so diligently to place in my head, and go walking in green (well-manicured) fields... looking for that little white ball that I probably lost in the woods.
Ah yes... a quarter-century has passed since I have begun consuming with the rest of America. That's 25 years of aimless preparation, 20 years of (also aimless) education, 14 years of trying to live up to false standards and impressionism, 9 years of pumping exhaust fumes into the beautiful natural world, 8 years of worthless, opinionated mental masturbation and "philosophical" conversations, 5 years of looking, and 3 years of knowing. Multiply all figures by 4, and you have a long, healthy, American life. Live to be a hundred.
I hope I die upside down in a biplane... that I'm flying...
I need to get a biplane. When I get one, I'll skip ahead and go straight for the gold. Screw you, soy-fiber-proud-of-every-crap-I-take-lack-of-social-security years! Mwahahahaha!!!
Maybe next year I'll just ask for the airplane again.
dfb
posted by dfb on Tuesday, September 20, 2005
6 Comments:
I have no pertinent comments, so take this little diddy I made up just for you:
You suck, you suck, you suck
You suck, you suck, oh yes you suck
You suck, you suck, you suck
Oh yes you suck, you suck, you suck!
*Break out a little melody with a drumroll with images of heads bobbing up and down on laps*
.......YOU SUCK! :-D
But only on thursdays...
I have this song stuck in my head now. I can't get it out. D@mn you boy! D@mn you so!
Widmer Brothers' Hefeweizen rules. And you suck.
you never know you might get the plane. the damn lottery is so unfair.
you need to post you little sneetch.
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