morpunkthanu

Just to support your non-working on your day off idea, I did absolutely nothing today. It was tough because Lord knows I want to do lots and lots of work, but I took a hit for the team.

Thanks for visiting Morepunkthanthou. The deli is always open but I offer no hope for the souls of those that stop by, even occassionally or heaven forbid by accident. Mine is no more than the rambling of a very twisted and indeed rotten mind, but it's all I have to work with, so I labor on. Which by the way is why I always know it's labor day because I'm working. 4rth of July? Working. Memorial day? Working. President's day? working. Good friday? working. Not bad Thursday? working. Wake up? working.

I need to play the lottery so yet another suburban white trailer trashee can go from rags to riches and hobknob where they could never hobknob before. First things first I'd buy a doublewide and double the amount of space I have to live in. No wait, I'm rich now I need to start thinking big - a triplewide!

Rest assured there is nothing textbook about the sex pistols. They will always be the apple in this anarchist's eye. The Ramones? Any band that can play fifty killer songs in under 30 minutes and start them all off with 1234 is nothing short of being a monsterous talent - rest 1/2 of their souls.

Have you considered the Distillers? Their first cd is like the ramones meet the sex pistols meet hole. I stick it in the cd player and just let it role through over and over. Unfortunately the second is much tamer and over produced again drawing a parallel to the ramones, sex pistols and hole.

and to you, a lovely Cellar Door