109

It's 109 degrees f. in my town right now, down from a high of 111. The newspaper will say 100. The TV news always seems to shave a few degrees off of the predicted high temps. .

Might our bombs raise temperatures in Kansas?

Are we still using depleted uranium?

How's land-mine sales?

Which beautiful island is Kenneth Lay lounging on?

Is this a good time to ask Arlen Specter about the Warren Commission?

We're getting a 2nd Wal-mart !

We're getting a new I-70 bridge over the Kansas River .

Gasoline prices drop 10 cents, then go up 20, then drop.....

Aspartame is sweet?

Freedom's knocking doors in.

Liberty is cussing in American.

Who's thirsty?

Who's hungry?

Who got shot for violating the curfew?

What time is it?

Let's build some prisons and fill 'em up.

Let's borrow some money.

Let's blow shit up.

Let's blow shit off.

Let's brown-nose the Brownbacks.

Let's let Roberts vote to rob us.

Let's laugh nervously and change the subject?

truth to blowhards

I just discovered CallingAllWingnuts. It is brilliant. It's quite refreshing.
There's a man named Mike who has been calling in to Radio Talk shows.
Go there
I listen to talk radio quite a bit, not all the time.
In the Kansas City area we are allowed to choose from amongst the larger turds in the business. I have this desire to hear someone say "Pill-poppin' dittos" on the air.
A few months back, I was listening to O'Really? , and a feller called in and suggested that loofahs be passed out to the children of California. I felt strong joy and pissed myself.

100

Rupert Murdoch got some more. I don't like this gosh-darned war.

Let's fart naked in a soup line.

Let's fart naked at the mall.

Let's fart naked every chance we get.

I "fart naked" playing basketball.

Oh, the good things to do

Oh, no ,the good things

spread it thusly

Let's not, and say we did.
Let's do, and say we don't.
The U.S. embassy in Baghdad is being built by laborers who thought that they were heading for Dubai. Is it still human trafficking if these dudes get paid a few hundred a month? Can we blame the sub-contractor?
Have we filled zero mass graves over there?
Can I get a body-count?
Are you feeling robust?
Praise the lord, and pass the ammunition.

Too much cussing?

I was just about finished with my application to put ads on this blog, when I read the part about excessive profanity. Sorry, fucker.

Still smoking,still drinking

...and stinking.
I must pay off the landlord, clean my van, house, and body, record a good baby-disc, move my art to the studio, see the doctor, the dentist, and the eye people, take that fridge to the curb, book a shit-load of paying gigs, get some sun?, visit Liquid, finish the West juke, fix The Crossing, oops- Lyon pool table

I must get it together while I can. Someday ten years ago , I'm gonna wake up and realize that I am wasting myself, then get drunk and forget about it.

fryku 2 ,as well

send 'em off to be killed and kill.

ease your mind with a spaced-age pill.

fuck you, sir, you dirty fucker.

I resign from playing sucker.