Posted by cockeyed on June 24, 2005, at 23:21:57
I don't give a tinker's dam. I want my vodka and I want it now. I wanna get blasted. I crave a guzzle of straight out of the plastic bottle hidden in the trunk warm and nasty and explosive.
Well I got something. A beetle just crashed into my keyboard as I typed and I smooshed the poor creature. Could this be an omen? If so what? I once saw a shooting star cross the sky above me from my left to right-from north to south. I KNEW it was an omen. And experienced one of the worst years of my long and fruit loops life. Bummer drag and so it goes, and goes, and goes. Maybe if I say a special magic word a large jug of vodka will appear uner my pillow; a visit from the vodka fairy. ah I miss the days when my vice was so nice. Too bad my family doesn't. I miss bouncing off the hall walls. I miss being a jerk, altho judging by this post I'm seriously misjudging my status in the world of jerkdom. cockeyed.
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