Possibly overrepresented on a couple Frank Zappa albums…
Possibly overrepresented on a couple Frank Zappa albums…
Your sweet ass has about the same integrity as all the other bullshit I see (and sometimes even read) every motherfuckin day on this Internet we find one another on… Source verified as original by way of alcohol.
Nice fuckin job, eh…
Little Nora Brown doing John Brown’s Dream:
Harriet’s 168th. birthday party with Steve Irwin.
Because I have a “thing” about having those little floor-crunchies on my feet. Floating flooring is nice, but every little thing lays right on top of it… So instead of constantly dusting the bottoms of my feet off on my calves, I just throw on some house shoes. Freshly cleaned floors excepted.
Wide range, there. I love it!
Hahaaaa!! Fuck, I didn’t catch that shit!! Too fuckin funny to edit… Touche, s0x…
I’ve never typed Panera… Yet my dictionary has that shit over Pantera… This world has gone to shit… Fuck em all.
Gotta be Moonlight Sonata…
Maybe the Live 101 Proof version of Panera’s “War Nerve”
Or Freebird, maybe?
Stubborn Love or Angela, by the Lumineers?
Fuck… Depends on the day, but I’ll always go back to Moonlight…
Kuntz. Yep, said like That… As in Rusty Kuntz. Best baseball name in history:
An old army buddy of mine once said with the purest rage: “It don’t matter which way I fuckin turn it! It ALWAYS COMES BACK TO LEFT!!” after hearing righty-tighty lefty-loosy for probably the thousandth time whilst givin er in the wrong direction once again…
He got out of the army as a heavy tank mechanic and went into concrete. I don’t even think he owns any tools at all these days… That’s been thirty damn years ago and I’m still fuckin with him about it every now and again…
That’s exactly what a fuckin boozer would say, also.
Although… I’ve been drinking since about October o’clock… so, what the fuck would I know about it, anyways.
(I say: they can stop anytime you want me to.)
Cheers!
Catching a fish. Even seeing someone else catch a fish, especially kids catching fish. There’s nothing else quite like it. Pure excitement and joy.
Baby, I feel like I been cat-grooming a fuckin Snatchsquatch. I got hot towels, a basin of hot water, clippers and a razor. Spread em. I’m killing that fuckin thing.
Also Sprach Zarathustra. (Thus Spake Zarathustra) very overused, but one of the greatest pieces of music in all of history.
You damn right. Well, almost… Tolerance is the lesson.
Yep. Didn’t know it was a thing. Probably won’t, either.
The war on drugs took the crack dealer off the corner, but built a pharmacy and a pain clinic where he used to hang out.
O, what dark times… When passing ruffians can say “Ni!” …at will, to old ladies.
I know that’s right. We all fuckin love Ruth!