I say fuck the children. Fuck ‘em. —George Carlin, You Are All Diseased My sister was a tiny weeny little kid when she dressed Wicket, my BFF Ewok figurine, in Cabbage Patch Kids clothes, and lullabied the action figure to sleep with the promises of a dog named Rover. As far as I can remember being violently repelled … Continue reading
Reblogged from Sweet Mother: Well, well, well, my sweet readers. The time has come to promote one of my absolute blogging favorites. He has been quiet recently, but I believe what we are all experiencing – now, in blog-land – is simply the calm before the storm. How to describe this man? Truthfully, he was … Continue reading
Reblogged from theadventuresoftransman: My usual contact with Canadians is when geese and people called Snowbirds come south for the winter. Generally, the people are polite; the geese … not so much. Both tend to hold up traffic. The Canadian drivers are too polite and are always stopping to let other people into traffic or actually … Continue reading
Reblogged from Sweet Mother: The below is a list of what happens in my brain for the next 31 minutes after I hit “publish” each and everyday. Note: I only have about 1 original thought per minute, the other thoughts within that minute are variations of the original-thesis thought for that correpsonding minute. Min 1: … Continue reading