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Tuesday, February 22

mine? mine? mine? mine? mine? mine?


damn I love sushi

This weekend I watched the movie “Finding Nemo” for the very first time. I found myself totally engrossed in the movie due to the fact that I was so delighted with Ellen DeGeneres as Dory the fish. She had that muthafucker down pat and was so much fun to listen too. And the other thing in the movie that rocked were those insane Seagulls.

I’ve been dealing with a friend this morning that’s flipping the fuck out due to the fact that she’s found out that her young son has been looking at the dreaded velvet pink slipper on the Internet. It seems that mom went to load some music into her mp3 player and instead of music popping up on her media player, this chick popped up who was getting cornholed whilst on all fours. She called the kid into the room and fronted his little masturbating ass over the shit and swear to god he hit her with the classic I’m not really looking at porn excuse.
“It’s not my fault, I was looking for sporting goods and all these pop-ups started appearing”
Whatever, it seems that the little fist masher found out mom’s AOL password and has been burning that muthafucker up since the first of the year. I had to laugh when she told me that when she went to check the cookies, instead of what used to be a long bar and just a few cookies. The bar had shrunk to almost nothing cause the cookies had grown into the thousands. I told her apparently that her baby boy had turned into a young man over night and what he was doing was nothing worse then what I did back in the day when I was his age. Only difference is that instead of sneaking my father’s Playboy’s and hiding under the big bush in the back yard or under the car, he had the Internet to go too. I told her that now that she knows what’s been going on she can deal with it at a corrective level and for god’s sake change all your passwords.

And am I the only person in fuckin America with a blogsite or whatever, that’s not into Hunter S. Thompson? I’ve never read his books, or seen any movies made from his books. I vaguely remember reading some of his shit in Rolling Stone Magazine way the fuck back in the eighties. I have no idea what "gonzo journalism” is or means, and it wasn’t until just recently that I found out that Garry Trudea’s character “Duke” in the Doonesbury cartoon series was based on Hunter S. Thompson. I feel so alone.

"and the monkey flipped the switch"

6 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

You crawled underneath the car? Were there no closets in your house?

-- Charley.

1:39 PM  
Blogger AmyVegas said...

Don't worry, you're not the only one who has never heard of Hunter S. Thompson. The only reason I ever got hooked up with his work is because of a very strange roommate I had many years back. He turned me onto "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas" and I loved it. It was funny, it was different, and the dude talked about drugs. What more could I have asked for?

3:41 PM  
Blogger Berry said...

...most moms would be sighing relief *if you know what I mean* BTW< I LOVE Finding Nemo (but not as Sushi!) Funny, you are watching Disney flix and the kid is watching porn...what's wrong with this picture? Has the world gone terribly mad?

2:57 PM  
Blogger Death said...

allright Berry, you just better ease up off me. Don't make me come over to your side of the playground and kick the ball. And what makes you think I even watch porn? why I never! hrump!

3:12 PM  
Blogger Roonie said...

Oh no! Nemo is LOOKING AT ME from my sushi plate! I can't get over it!

10:37 PM  
Blogger Berry said...

Sorry Greg...head bowed in shame.

11:43 PM  

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