The funnyfarm is calling my name.
"Hello WhiskeyFightPit, we've been expecting you. I see you've dressed for the occasion. Winnie The Poo slippers, stone-washed jeans with grass stains, and a Thin Lizzy t-shirt. First, let me tell you that cooler full of room temperature Michelob must be left at the door. Oh yes, we will be taking that flask of WIld Turkey as well. Can't have you washing down your lithium with that poison. Come now, let me take you to your cell. We've got you a room next to Kool Keith and Mickey Rourke. I know the accomidations aren't that far removed from a Calcuttan flop house, but the lithium will help that pass."
When I have alot of time by myself that is what happens with my mind. I wish the motherfukcing Peace Corps would have accepted me. T'was my final salvation. School is out of the question. I get no grants and loans are out of the question. Maybe my purpose on this sewer drain is to entertain other people. The kids at the record store seem to enjoy my insanity. Could have a little something to do with me being their boss. Hell, beggars can't be choosers and I'm sure Adolph Fucking Hitler was the finest comedian in Germany round about 1938.
The goddamned Digable Planets let one of their songs be used in a fucking Target commercial. I thought they were supposed to be the bohemian hip-hop troupe. Fuck it, we all gotta cash them goddamned chips in sometimes, I guess. What are they gonna tell all of those beat boxing backpackers at the library? Target of all places. I guess the hipsters and backpackers will let you slide if you hock for Volkswagen or Apple but Target?? Man, somebodies gonna be doing a poetry slam diss at Starbucks over this Digable Planets debacle. EIther way, I'm watching the sewer drain and laughing every step of the way,
I should have bought the 8 ounce bottle instead of the 4 ounce bottle. My Robo buzz wasn't quite grand enough. I'm sure I'll get another opportunity.
There's always the priesthood. I need some salvation. You gotta serve somebody.
soundtrack of the day
Mr. Bungle "Disco Volante"
Instant party killer. Send all of the Ja Rule/Ashanti fucks running to their $1,000 Pontiacs that have $2,000 worth of car stereo gear. Buh-Bye!!!! Don't get a DUI
"Hello WhiskeyFightPit, we've been expecting you. I see you've dressed for the occasion. Winnie The Poo slippers, stone-washed jeans with grass stains, and a Thin Lizzy t-shirt. First, let me tell you that cooler full of room temperature Michelob must be left at the door. Oh yes, we will be taking that flask of WIld Turkey as well. Can't have you washing down your lithium with that poison. Come now, let me take you to your cell. We've got you a room next to Kool Keith and Mickey Rourke. I know the accomidations aren't that far removed from a Calcuttan flop house, but the lithium will help that pass."
When I have alot of time by myself that is what happens with my mind. I wish the motherfukcing Peace Corps would have accepted me. T'was my final salvation. School is out of the question. I get no grants and loans are out of the question. Maybe my purpose on this sewer drain is to entertain other people. The kids at the record store seem to enjoy my insanity. Could have a little something to do with me being their boss. Hell, beggars can't be choosers and I'm sure Adolph Fucking Hitler was the finest comedian in Germany round about 1938.
The goddamned Digable Planets let one of their songs be used in a fucking Target commercial. I thought they were supposed to be the bohemian hip-hop troupe. Fuck it, we all gotta cash them goddamned chips in sometimes, I guess. What are they gonna tell all of those beat boxing backpackers at the library? Target of all places. I guess the hipsters and backpackers will let you slide if you hock for Volkswagen or Apple but Target?? Man, somebodies gonna be doing a poetry slam diss at Starbucks over this Digable Planets debacle. EIther way, I'm watching the sewer drain and laughing every step of the way,
I should have bought the 8 ounce bottle instead of the 4 ounce bottle. My Robo buzz wasn't quite grand enough. I'm sure I'll get another opportunity.
There's always the priesthood. I need some salvation. You gotta serve somebody.
soundtrack of the day
Mr. Bungle "Disco Volante"
Instant party killer. Send all of the Ja Rule/Ashanti fucks running to their $1,000 Pontiacs that have $2,000 worth of car stereo gear. Buh-Bye!!!! Don't get a DUI
VIEW 5 of 5 COMMENTS
cheech:
I wasn't really into the Digable Planets. maybe my opinion would've changed over the last 12 years but back then I did not think that they be to rap what key be to lock. I thought that they was to silly what key been to lock.
kurtz:
weasel walter is god........ nuff said.........