>damn the broccoli
damn the Wright brothers
and damn the White Sox.

It’s my friiii-day my fruh-fruh-fruh-friiiii-day.

Not for you, suckas.

I want a good kick-ass thunderstorm right about now. One of the things I miss about living in Texas. The kind of thunder that rattles the windowpanes and makes your dog piss the floor. That’s good stuff.

Washington does not have thunderstorms. We just have ceaseless prissy rain. Sissy pissy wussy rain. Tinkle tinkle.

I’m going to go to bed now. It is late. I have no potential for making sense at the moment. My feet and I must retire.

voulez-voulez-vous 18 days 14 hours 18 minutes.

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