jp

Rock, paper, sissors?

nope, I still say..God is in vegas playing craps and black jack with our lives...trust me..

and his son is playing some slight of hand game on the corner of 42nd in nyc. (he's still pissed off he had to die for our sins) roping in the tourists, and the desperate, win and you'll live forever, but its all slight of hand. They lose every damn time....

Dood... Wherer the hell are you? Don't make me call you in the middle of night your time... You better be an emailing motherfucker this evening.
I'm out... Time to go pack up for the big trip to the little place that has those little people that we want to help, because we have more in common with them and they wanna be more like us, but they have those other little people who want to kill them and make their country like theirs again, because they hate us and everything we stand for, even though the other guys won their independance... You know where I am talking about... LOL

Damn. I didn't realize how fuckin' funny and vague that was actually going to come out until I typed it- reminds me of Foamy when he's ranting.