Kwazy
Shared on Thu, 02/15/2007 - 19:39Charge on the Shuffle ran out halfway through yesterday's snow redistribution operation. A few random thoughts ensued in the silence:
I never had a chance to discover who I was in college. I was too busy feeling sorry for myself.
Ethnic cleansing...now that's a term sterilized by political correctness. Is that like saying we're going to take a bunch of Jews and wash them with soap instead of turn them into it?
Trojan whores?
I was in a strip bar the other day, and the Weather Channel was on TV. What exactly does that say about the caliber of the club?
On Apollo's temple at Delphi, an inscription was supposed to read," Know Thy Self." Gee, I'd pay for that type of advice.
The only feeling better than victory is the moment of surrender...the relinquishing of responsibility...the utterance of, "Fuck it."
Most people lock their personal demons deep down in the darkest depths of their souls. I chauffeur mine around like a Japanese tourist.
HIs name was Gregory Olivier Daniels, but he preferred to be called, by both himself and others, as god. With a small "g" that is, else it would be blasphemous. He had a small boat christened "Heaven" and a black Labrador Retriever named "Lucifer." God was partial to duck hunting. When he was particularly sharp enough to wing a duck...you guessed it. God cast Lucifer out of Heaven to retrieve the duck. I'm not quite sure what that makes the duck, but it sure as hell ain't screaming "Aflac."
I never had a chance to discover who I was in college. I was too busy feeling sorry for myself.
Ethnic cleansing...now that's a term sterilized by political correctness. Is that like saying we're going to take a bunch of Jews and wash them with soap instead of turn them into it?
Trojan whores?
I was in a strip bar the other day, and the Weather Channel was on TV. What exactly does that say about the caliber of the club?
On Apollo's temple at Delphi, an inscription was supposed to read," Know Thy Self." Gee, I'd pay for that type of advice.
The only feeling better than victory is the moment of surrender...the relinquishing of responsibility...the utterance of, "Fuck it."
Most people lock their personal demons deep down in the darkest depths of their souls. I chauffeur mine around like a Japanese tourist.
HIs name was Gregory Olivier Daniels, but he preferred to be called, by both himself and others, as god. With a small "g" that is, else it would be blasphemous. He had a small boat christened "Heaven" and a black Labrador Retriever named "Lucifer." God was partial to duck hunting. When he was particularly sharp enough to wing a duck...you guessed it. God cast Lucifer out of Heaven to retrieve the duck. I'm not quite sure what that makes the duck, but it sure as hell ain't screaming "Aflac."
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