Liar Liar pants on fire
Yes these pants are burning. Burning burning hot hot heat i tell ya.
Ok....so I am NOT currently playing shotgun with cans of UDL or drinking long necks......whilst cutting the grass in a pair of HotPants and an old chesty bonds.
No no.
I am in the offwaaaaah....ok ok ok but its not THAT bad.
I think what happened after I posted the birdie blog, otherwise known as the Ode to Corporate Fuck Off! the Universe opened up and blessed me with a grrrrrrreat opportunity.
So I took it.
Yes yes.....I grabbed the said opportunity with both hands and put it in one of my burning pockets.
Yesh....now I'm really on fire.
Anyhoo.
I'm glad I am still here BECAUSE!!!! This morgen i witnessed a most peculiar thing.
Out the front of the Americana Capricosa Embass-wah was a tee-pee style tent set up with about ohhhhhhhh, 3 if ya lucky protestors covered in red paint with slogan flags shrewed upon the ground saying STOP THE BLOODSHED
Isn't it Blood Shed? says the dyslexeticle writer....but hey what would i know....or maybe...juuuuuuust maybe there is a shed with blood in it - like some kind of shed and in the shed they produce litres and litres of blood, IN FACT (yes these are my two favorite words ATM used in conjunction with eachother) perhaps the shed is filled with blood up to the top of the shed, like the rafters and its leaking and thats why they were protesting?....oh.....it hurts *jelkie taps her head to shhhhhh*
Anyhoo.....its OBVIOUS to me someone forgot to send the email out.
At least to the other prospective protestors.......the email definitely went out to the Protective Services AND the good ole boys in blue - IN FACT there was a bus load of them...YES - A BUS LOAD.
and not ONE hot lady in blue....in fact.....not one lady.
So.....i sat there and stared at the protestants....i mean protestors and stared at the colour of a two cent coin COPPAS COPPAS! for a while just to see if anything was the haps yo.
nada
nista
nuffin
crapstix
AND
crabstix
big FAT juicey ones
dripping in non eventfulness
BORINK! i was hoping for some throwing of pig blood onto the two cent coinage's or perhaps some teepee destruction from the boys in baddassssss blue.
Alas no no nonage.
Oh well.
At least it took my mind off the war in Iraq for a moment.
Ok....so I am NOT currently playing shotgun with cans of UDL or drinking long necks......whilst cutting the grass in a pair of HotPants and an old chesty bonds.
No no.
I am in the offwaaaaah....ok ok ok but its not THAT bad.
I think what happened after I posted the birdie blog, otherwise known as the Ode to Corporate Fuck Off! the Universe opened up and blessed me with a grrrrrrreat opportunity.
So I took it.
Yes yes.....I grabbed the said opportunity with both hands and put it in one of my burning pockets.
Yesh....now I'm really on fire.
Anyhoo.
I'm glad I am still here BECAUSE!!!! This morgen i witnessed a most peculiar thing.
Out the front of the Americana Capricosa Embass-wah was a tee-pee style tent set up with about ohhhhhhhh, 3 if ya lucky protestors covered in red paint with slogan flags shrewed upon the ground saying STOP THE BLOODSHED
Isn't it Blood Shed? says the dyslexeticle writer....but hey what would i know....or maybe...juuuuuuust maybe there is a shed with blood in it - like some kind of shed and in the shed they produce litres and litres of blood, IN FACT (yes these are my two favorite words ATM used in conjunction with eachother) perhaps the shed is filled with blood up to the top of the shed, like the rafters and its leaking and thats why they were protesting?....oh.....it hurts *jelkie taps her head to shhhhhh*
Anyhoo.....its OBVIOUS to me someone forgot to send the email out.
At least to the other prospective protestors.......the email definitely went out to the Protective Services AND the good ole boys in blue - IN FACT there was a bus load of them...YES - A BUS LOAD.
and not ONE hot lady in blue....in fact.....not one lady.
So.....i sat there and stared at the protestants....i mean protestors and stared at the colour of a two cent coin COPPAS COPPAS! for a while just to see if anything was the haps yo.
nada
nista
nuffin
crapstix
AND
crabstix
big FAT juicey ones
dripping in non eventfulness
BORINK! i was hoping for some throwing of pig blood onto the two cent coinage's or perhaps some teepee destruction from the boys in baddassssss blue.
Alas no no nonage.
Oh well.
At least it took my mind off the war in Iraq for a moment.
posted by Jelkie at 8:13 PM
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