the onion is funny
"Intelligent falling" is exactly as valid an idea as "Intelligent Design" (notice they have to capitalize everything in a failed attempt to lend weight to the term?)
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i am a dirty stinking liberal.
"Intelligent falling" is exactly as valid an idea as "Intelligent Design" (notice they have to capitalize everything in a failed attempt to lend weight to the term?)
someone i just watched said "i don't think the founding fathers wanted free speech to enable people to say the f-word!"
I'm listening right now to Alan Keyes complaining that people shouldn't be allowed to use the word fuck because it degrades the public...something...he kind of trailed off into confusion. They're talking about Janet Jackson's nipple now.
Hey! this is posted later. I'm drunk. The reason I even considered a post tonight was because Annie showed up. Hadn't seen her in a while, and thought, "fuck, remember when we hung out and blogged? Remember showing her seanbaby and she laughed so hard she snorted?". Fuck yes I do.
The red lights mean you're leaving
The white one's mean returning
Tell me how this story ends
And I'll keep them fires burning
The headlights look like diamonds
The taillights burn like coals
Tell me how this story ends
Before the fires go cold
The countryside's deserted
There's no one on the farms
The suburbs all are sleeping
The earthquakes set off car alarms
All after all now we aware
All after all the time we share
There's so much fears of world,
Types of world,
Tears of world
OK. this is an unpleasant topic, but fuck it, I feel unpleasant right now. Let's say you have a huge tumor in your head. You have long enough to live that, after saying all your goodbyes, you'll have like a week to kill (har har!).
Ah, the system works, don't it?
HOLY CHRIST IT SUCKS SLEEPING ON SOMEONE'S FLOOR
Atom and His Package
"Atom and His Pacakge"
Books my dog, the Box, Brian Sokel and Me
foxy man and the glitter picker upper
foxy man and the glitter picker upper
foxy man and the glitter picker upper
this song serves a purpose
of a character introduction
theres me a boy
in dire need of liposuction
with my pet dog books
shes clumsy and crazy
there's brian, a best friend of mine
since we were babies
and the last character
hes kind of hard to describe
hes made of ceramics
and hes got 6 sides
hes known as a box
touch it feel it green hell
there's something creepy about him
but i like him very well
and this here is a tale
of 2 boys, 1 box, 1 dog
going straight to hell
an adventure, like never before
all cuz its sunny out
and were going on tour
it was books, my dog, the box, brian, sokel, and me
it was books, my dog, the box, brian, sokel, and me
we got in the car, books was nutso like an ape
and brian unleashed one of his many bad tapes
i was in shotgun
books and box in the back seat
brian touched my thigh
and books threw up all over me
(cant stop the van)repeated
we got to the show
and read our mail
did you know mike parsell
used to be in frail
we set up our amps
and they weighed a ton
books grabbed the bass
and the box got on the drums
the lights went down
we strummed the first chord
we thought the audience could handle it
but then they, they collectively went out of their gourd
it was books, my dog, the box, brian, sokel, and me
it was books, my dog, the box, brian, sokel, and me
so then we left
we got into the car smilin
i smiled more when books
threw up on brian
and we were on for the next show
and it's over
it's over
it was books, my dog, the box, brian, sokel, and me
it was books, my dog, the box, brian, sokel, and me
it was books, my dog, my dog, the box, brian, sokel, and me
it was books, my dog, the box, brian, sokel, and me
While it's not what it sounds like (the story is actually a bit worse), this quote is hilarious:
“With the exception of the cross-burning episode … I believe John Freshwater is teaching the values of the parents in the Mount Vernon school district,’’ he said.

Bill Callahan
From the Rivers to the Ocean (listen)
Woke on a Whaleheart
When you were blind, you touch things for their shape
have faith in wordless knowledge
well i can tell you about the river
or we could just get in
the body the rain made of our days before we knew
we are swimming in the river of the rains of our days before we knew
and it's hard to explain what I was doing or thinking before you
I guess I was a decent man holdin' on
followin the river from above
like a bird
have faith in wordless knowledge
and the fallen stars they flew too
and I knew they were sewing something
something well made for me and you
we are swimming in the river of the rains of our days before we knew
and it's hard to explain what I was doing or thinking before you
the city was a fist,
I lived on its wrist
and I took myself a good long look around
and the river grew higher and wider deeper and darker as I was closing in
and it led me to you which led me to say
"let's get
in"
we got in the river and it groped us
made us think of sex between us
in a time in our lives
old before we knew
We were swimming in the rivers of the rains of our days before we knew
and it's hard to explain what i was doing or thinking before you
and that beautiful thing you said
lying in bed
about all the things i could think of
at the end of the day
but of all the places my mind could go
it always comes loping back to you
we are swimming in the river of the rains of our days before we knew
so meet me in the ocean and we'll ride the waves from the river to the ocean
each wave a lunging panther
sharp-eyed and true
we are swimming in the river of the rains of our days before we knew
and it's hard to explain what i was doing or thinking before you
have faith in wordless knowledge
have faith in wordless knowledge