"Independent study, a bit geeky?"
No, listen: merci to my Frenchie teach,
brain train can keep 'a rollin' to seeky
frog wizardry usually out of reach.
"What the fucky are you babbling about?
Dammit!" Serves you right, hubristastic ass.
"Moi? You think you've got clout." Naw, I just shout.
"Seriously, you spaced out on grass?"
Wanker, I'm just high on being alive,
One, two, three, four, yellow dye no. 5!
"Prizes for existence, you'd win the boob;
at least you didn't post one more YouTube."
Randal 1, brain 0, halfway to the Browns' 2009 win total.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
There goes being lazy for four months.
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Now I have this tune running around that empty space in my head. Out damn song - OUT!!!
Did you run out of real words?
I have friends who work at the Cleveland Clinic. Is that anywhere near you? Maybe they can massage your brain for you.
Of course, they're friends of MINE, so don't expect it to be pleasant.
That was the best poem I've ever read. Thank you Randal for your wise, witty ways. I mean.. it's not like you have any other poems to write so you obviously spent a lot of time on this one.
Lucky for you I love Black Sabbath. Ozzy rules motherfucker!!!! (you can't see me but I just pumped my fist into the air and yelled.. "Yeah!")
Tee Hee! How cute am I?
((Hugs))
Laura
My hometown boys, I saw them when they were Gray Sabbath, they just got darker and darker.
Graves, you swine!
How come you never play any Tiffany?
Regards,
Tengrain
Will you record yourself rapping this?
themom, what? Out? It's Black Fucking Sabbath! In! In!
übermilf, those are perfectly cromulent words. Any friend of übermilf probably wishes me dead. I think I'll stay on this side of town.
sunshine, some of my finest work, no? Oh, don't give me that Ozzy shit. Everyone goes, Ozzy, Ozzy! Tony Iommi - an eye-talian! - wrote the goddamn riffs.
holte, I'm glad they got darker. I remember hearing a rare 45 when they were still Beige Sabbath. Terrible.
tengrain, you know how much I love bad 80s pop. If I did that, I'd be comatose for the rest of the day from sheer joy.
FB, sure, but I'll need to borrow a baseball cap and some help tilting it the correct angle.
Wow...that poem was great. I can't wait to read it again after I've had a few hits of the doobie.
Black Sabbath always creeped me out for some reason. But hey, maybe I'll listen to it again, see if my taste in music has changed.
Gawd! You're snippy today!
One more eye-talian outta you and I swear....
I'd hug you but I'm not sure you deserve one right now... Humph!
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Oh alright.. come here...
((Hugs))
Laura
I'm guessing that the brain train is running a little late... ;o)
nunly, Sabbath is mandatory, doobie or not.
sunshine, I'm always snippy, unless I'm cutty.
dr.zaius, dude, I lost my ticket decades ago. ;-)
Glad to know I'm not alone in the quest to publish something (anything) this year. At least that's what I guess you're doing with the time you aren't spending on your posts these days.
Its strange seeing any picture of Ozzy where he is not a complete burned piece of human wreckage.
Now here's a poem everybody can sing along with:
Driving that train, high on cocaine,
Casey Jones is ready, watch your speed.
Trouble ahead, trouble behind,
And you know that notion just crossed my mind.
Sorry, that picture at the top derailed me for a moment.
utah, of course that's what I'm doing. You think I'm merely sitting on my couch drinking booze and watching DVDs?
BB, hard to believe that he was a charismatic frontman, once upon a time.
susan, I know I won't be grateful when that tool is dead - thank you, thank you - but then again, I naively wish for eternal punishment in meatworld for certain yokels.
The Wizard, one of my favorite to play on guitar.
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