Tit Dirt
Wazzuhmatta John Bolton? Not dedicated enough to the international mission to continue with NO PAY! Thank you God and Lincoln Chafee…in that order.
I can just see that jerk off, wandering around the UN with a sign that reads “Will renege on international agreements for food”
What a douche bag.
I’m sorry, what a diplo-douche bag.
I made him sound like some sort of dinosaur which is probably better than he deserves.
Hey, one last thing Boltin’. I serve my country for no pay when I write this blog.
At least everybody’s getting their money’s worth.
I know I’m supposed to try to be a serious Catholic, or that’s what I hope to become…not necessarily for the sake of being Catholic but to follow those teachings to learn to imitate and live in the love Christ intended for us…
Having said all that – I HATE FUCKING CHRISTMAS!
It is such a tired thing to say, I know – but I hate the Christmas season…the unnecessary buying for grown ups. I’d love to blow 2 grand on my kid for Christmas but there are other grown ups that I have to buy for and watch open Christmas presents on eve and day. BALLS!
THAT’S NOT MICKEY MOUSE! THAT’S TIT DIRT!
???
Having said that – I love getting my DC Christmas fix. Thanks for the new tunes that make the season of buying and selling bearable.
The sheer ass-fucking power of the Pansy Division will give me strength to go on in these dark days ahead until I can be released to that Little Town of Deathlehem.
ChrisB also gave me a ton of new music (or it’s new to me) including the 400 Blows tO’d has been talking up, the whole Gnarls Barkley record, more Air, John Legend, the Montevishu Orchestral Maneuvers in the Dark…and a lot more great, great shit.
I’ve already blogged about how lucky I am to have friends that give me tons of great music on almost a weekly basis. It really goes all the way back to my Cousin Mike. I wouldn’t know shit about the Velvet Underground, Bob Dylan or the Electric Prunes if it wasn’t for him.
BALLS!
Just kidding.
Not to mention living with Bill Garver on and off for 10 odd years and having access to his record collection. Some people will tell you they have an eclectic record collection because they own the Fray and the Black Eyed Peas. They are wrong. Bill owns everything from Charlie Patton to It's A Beautiful Day, from the Hot Fives classic recordings to Built to Spill, from Derek and Clive to Derek and the Dominoes...ok fuck that Clapton crap because Bill is too cool for all that. Here's the clincher: Bill has Don Rickles and Nick Drake CDs side by side. The end DJ.
Good practice on Monday. Joe and I had a long talk about how, sometimes, when we are really happy, we like to just be quiet and enjoy those moments.
Apparently we were miserable at the time because we talked about that shit for a half hour.
All in all it was a very confusing day.
I can just see that jerk off, wandering around the UN with a sign that reads “Will renege on international agreements for food”
What a douche bag.
I’m sorry, what a diplo-douche bag.
I made him sound like some sort of dinosaur which is probably better than he deserves.
Hey, one last thing Boltin’. I serve my country for no pay when I write this blog.
At least everybody’s getting their money’s worth.
I know I’m supposed to try to be a serious Catholic, or that’s what I hope to become…not necessarily for the sake of being Catholic but to follow those teachings to learn to imitate and live in the love Christ intended for us…
Having said all that – I HATE FUCKING CHRISTMAS!
It is such a tired thing to say, I know – but I hate the Christmas season…the unnecessary buying for grown ups. I’d love to blow 2 grand on my kid for Christmas but there are other grown ups that I have to buy for and watch open Christmas presents on eve and day. BALLS!
THAT’S NOT MICKEY MOUSE! THAT’S TIT DIRT!
???
Having said that – I love getting my DC Christmas fix. Thanks for the new tunes that make the season of buying and selling bearable.
The sheer ass-fucking power of the Pansy Division will give me strength to go on in these dark days ahead until I can be released to that Little Town of Deathlehem.
ChrisB also gave me a ton of new music (or it’s new to me) including the 400 Blows tO’d has been talking up, the whole Gnarls Barkley record, more Air, John Legend, the Montevishu Orchestral Maneuvers in the Dark…and a lot more great, great shit.
I’ve already blogged about how lucky I am to have friends that give me tons of great music on almost a weekly basis. It really goes all the way back to my Cousin Mike. I wouldn’t know shit about the Velvet Underground, Bob Dylan or the Electric Prunes if it wasn’t for him.
BALLS!
Just kidding.
Not to mention living with Bill Garver on and off for 10 odd years and having access to his record collection. Some people will tell you they have an eclectic record collection because they own the Fray and the Black Eyed Peas. They are wrong. Bill owns everything from Charlie Patton to It's A Beautiful Day, from the Hot Fives classic recordings to Built to Spill, from Derek and Clive to Derek and the Dominoes...ok fuck that Clapton crap because Bill is too cool for all that. Here's the clincher: Bill has Don Rickles and Nick Drake CDs side by side. The end DJ.
Good practice on Monday. Joe and I had a long talk about how, sometimes, when we are really happy, we like to just be quiet and enjoy those moments.
Apparently we were miserable at the time because we talked about that shit for a half hour.
All in all it was a very confusing day.
posted by edP | 8:54 PM
5 Comments:
Amen. Christmas giving is about watching the joy on little kid's faces. Instead, I'm obligated to buy gifts for parents who lecture me about wasting my money on cable. Bah!
Have you considered buying them cable?
Well played jeanz
Balls! Shit! Bob Sagat!
I'm slowly working toward presents only for kids.
Ball? Shit? Saget? Saget was almost my bongo player. But he didn't have miraculous meaty tubthumpers like Stamos.
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