That's the damned funniest thing I ever saw BAD.
I didn't get one thing right-did I.
BJ

And there ain't no one gonna turn me round.

I've always had strange apocalyptic nightmares when I am stressed. They usually involve some Hollywood type vision of a post-nuclear holocaust or my(thanks guys) Holocaust. I once dreamed that I was set down in the great Mao revolution. Everyone-hordes and hordes and hordes of Asians were marching through China. I was walking the wrong way. (not joking. I really dreamed this. For someone who considers her total lack of sense of direction a metaphor for worse this is a
nightmare in trplicate.) Yet-on reflection-it's easier to escape when you're walking into 20 billion assholes then when you're marching with them.
Barb |< << >> >|




by yankeecopperhead (PM , CC ) on Sunday June

A chick and and egger Went down a road together Followd by a tomato carrying a ledger. Well who could resist such a vegetable stew They soon had quite a crew the bored, the mad, the vicious and the sad They all thought it so very very bad When tomato and egger and the chick disagreed How awful for poor chick to deal with such greed. How they applauded when-a miracle-chick was in the lead Soon there were 800 strong/following along. We want an accounting most of them said How unfair for chick-what a hard life she led there were a few dissenters-but most kept their peace Knowing it was hopeless to teach or preach The few who tried were were shoved aside Get off our road-Stay on the side The rest of the tale I will not tell I'm just an outsider-who the hell? So I shut my eyes when i passed a wreck And closed my ears when I heard a faint bell But even I had enough when I found something new The chick and 800 had trampled Roo L b