Highway to the DANGER ZONE.....DANGER ZONE. I had the day off from work and it's been all fucking gravy in WhiskeyFightPit's Insaneamatorium. Yep, that shit aint even a word but it definetley fits....INSANEAMATORIUM. Kinda reminds me of a Megadeth album or something. Here's what I wrote in Cheech's journal a few minutes ago
You can keep the journals as long as you want. I like it when you ask questions though. Do a combo like Sakita does. She gives us a little insight and then asks a bunch of questions. You could just do this:
(John Cage)
and I'd still be at your journal reading and screwing around. You're a damned interesting person and a day of Cheech writers block is still better than most peoples moment in the sun.
Both of those bands have entirely too much ego and I could care less about any of their music. Whatever happened to mad geniuses who are too damned crazy to talk so much shit about their greatness??
The mountain lions would be much more COOLER if they were to all band together and make a fucking steak tar-tar out of Gene Simmons and Paul Stanley. That kind of barbarism would hit my ear quite nice. Aerosmith are just a bunch of wax statues parading around like a bunch of hipsickles. I'm waiting for Vincent Price to come out from behind the curtain and letting us in on the joke. If I was black I would hate Aerosmith soo much more. It's like we took Bo Diddley and turned him into a talking mouse and made little cartoons out of his music. Hey it's Mouse Diddley and he's gonna sing a song about the greatness and down home-ness of chocolate marshmellow MUDDY WATERS' BLUES CLUSTERS!!! Yippie!!! Look MA!!! A super duper , life sized action figure of Robert Johnson!!! Complete with interchangeable chain gang aparrell!!
Go tell it on the mountain!!!!
I've had the day off from work today so my mind wanders a little....sorry
What a bunch of nonsense. You get a feeling of everything is falling apart when you walk across the parking lot of Meijers. Meijers is basically a low rent Wal-Mart. These creatures are just lumbering about with their little chubby midget mutants in tow. The little fucking CHUDS are always chomping on some empty calories and beating the shit out of a plastic japanese cartoon action figure. It's something straight fucking out of DARK CRYSTAL or perhaps the Harkonens from David Lynch's adaptation of DUNE. FUCKING LAND MONSTERS WASHING ASHORE FOR FILLING THEIR GARGANTUAN CAVITIES WITH WHATEVER THEY CAN GET THEIR FUCKING MEAT PAWS ON...SO THAT THEY MAY FILL THE BOTTOMLESS PIT. They should have a reality show where they take some 16 year old dropout and stick her in a giant warehouse filled with Pizza Rolls and one solitary microwave oven. This fucking place would be filled TO THE BRIM with pizza rolls. Sorta like the gold in Scrooge McDuck's vault on Duck Tales. You get the picture. Every night at 10 we tune in to see this fucking blossoming blob just run through pizza rolls like George Romero through corn syrup. You could tie in commercials for those Bariatric treatments. You know, where they do a Joseph Mengele on your digestive track and you lose weight. The Pizza Roll people will be fucking ecstatic. Hell, the only people that will lose would be the general public and we've been doing that for so long we may as well get some cheap laughs out of it. Never let it be said that I'm not practical.
Steve Harley & Cockney Rebel is great music for when you just want to go out and power wash some alunimum siding.
How 'bout it, Science???
soundtrack of the day
anything by Captain Beefheart like Dachau Blues or the theme to the film Blue Collar.
actually, I don't want to go to bed because that's the first step to getting up and going to work. So I'll just roll this journal along and cook up something ridiculous. Remember that movie Surviving The Game? Sure you do kids. It's got Gary Busey, Rutger Hauer, F.Murray Abraham, John C. McGinley, and Ice-T. If that's not a recipe for success than tickle me pink!!! Anyway, the premise is pretty simple. Really rich guys pick up homeless people and drop them in the woods and hunt them. Pretty cut and dry. So they get Ice-T and drop him out back in the brush but Ice just straight checks all of these fucking "Doctors On Safari". My idea is to use that premise but tweak the formula a tad. First, it will be hosted by Ted "Intesities In Ten Cities" Nugent with weekly guest appearances. Ted and Guest will have to go hunt people up in his little Michigan ranch. But instead of homeless people, I was thinking more along the lines of soccer moms. We are gonna need a crack team of research people on this one. It would really be a shame if we put some crazy hooker out there to be killed. Soccer Moms (and dads too. co-ed is always much more fun) are generally more tenacious than homeless people. We'll just tell the weekly MiniVan cunt that Ted and the guest stole her checkbook, coupons, and their sons Playstation 2. That bitch will be piping hot and ready for the hunt!!! The magic is really going to be the guest stars. Here's a brainstorm
Charles Grodin. David Odgen Steirs. John Heard. Robert Davi. Jeffrey Combs (of Reanimator fame). Yakov Smirnov. Kathy Griffith. Ted Danson. Joe Namath. Levar Burton. Richard Greico. Michael Dudikoff. Elvira Mistress Of The Dark. Coolio. Phyllis Diller. Rip Taylor. Sean Young. RuPaul. George Stephanapolus. Charles Manson. Eric Estrada. Vin Diesel.
again, you get the picture.
I know killing is wrong and stuff but our team of researchers will only bring us the cream of the bleached American crop. Secretley you want to see them die anyway. Think of how many jobs that would open up!!!!
You can keep the journals as long as you want. I like it when you ask questions though. Do a combo like Sakita does. She gives us a little insight and then asks a bunch of questions. You could just do this:
(John Cage)
and I'd still be at your journal reading and screwing around. You're a damned interesting person and a day of Cheech writers block is still better than most peoples moment in the sun.
Both of those bands have entirely too much ego and I could care less about any of their music. Whatever happened to mad geniuses who are too damned crazy to talk so much shit about their greatness??
The mountain lions would be much more COOLER if they were to all band together and make a fucking steak tar-tar out of Gene Simmons and Paul Stanley. That kind of barbarism would hit my ear quite nice. Aerosmith are just a bunch of wax statues parading around like a bunch of hipsickles. I'm waiting for Vincent Price to come out from behind the curtain and letting us in on the joke. If I was black I would hate Aerosmith soo much more. It's like we took Bo Diddley and turned him into a talking mouse and made little cartoons out of his music. Hey it's Mouse Diddley and he's gonna sing a song about the greatness and down home-ness of chocolate marshmellow MUDDY WATERS' BLUES CLUSTERS!!! Yippie!!! Look MA!!! A super duper , life sized action figure of Robert Johnson!!! Complete with interchangeable chain gang aparrell!!
Go tell it on the mountain!!!!
I've had the day off from work today so my mind wanders a little....sorry
What a bunch of nonsense. You get a feeling of everything is falling apart when you walk across the parking lot of Meijers. Meijers is basically a low rent Wal-Mart. These creatures are just lumbering about with their little chubby midget mutants in tow. The little fucking CHUDS are always chomping on some empty calories and beating the shit out of a plastic japanese cartoon action figure. It's something straight fucking out of DARK CRYSTAL or perhaps the Harkonens from David Lynch's adaptation of DUNE. FUCKING LAND MONSTERS WASHING ASHORE FOR FILLING THEIR GARGANTUAN CAVITIES WITH WHATEVER THEY CAN GET THEIR FUCKING MEAT PAWS ON...SO THAT THEY MAY FILL THE BOTTOMLESS PIT. They should have a reality show where they take some 16 year old dropout and stick her in a giant warehouse filled with Pizza Rolls and one solitary microwave oven. This fucking place would be filled TO THE BRIM with pizza rolls. Sorta like the gold in Scrooge McDuck's vault on Duck Tales. You get the picture. Every night at 10 we tune in to see this fucking blossoming blob just run through pizza rolls like George Romero through corn syrup. You could tie in commercials for those Bariatric treatments. You know, where they do a Joseph Mengele on your digestive track and you lose weight. The Pizza Roll people will be fucking ecstatic. Hell, the only people that will lose would be the general public and we've been doing that for so long we may as well get some cheap laughs out of it. Never let it be said that I'm not practical.
Steve Harley & Cockney Rebel is great music for when you just want to go out and power wash some alunimum siding.
How 'bout it, Science???
soundtrack of the day
anything by Captain Beefheart like Dachau Blues or the theme to the film Blue Collar.
actually, I don't want to go to bed because that's the first step to getting up and going to work. So I'll just roll this journal along and cook up something ridiculous. Remember that movie Surviving The Game? Sure you do kids. It's got Gary Busey, Rutger Hauer, F.Murray Abraham, John C. McGinley, and Ice-T. If that's not a recipe for success than tickle me pink!!! Anyway, the premise is pretty simple. Really rich guys pick up homeless people and drop them in the woods and hunt them. Pretty cut and dry. So they get Ice-T and drop him out back in the brush but Ice just straight checks all of these fucking "Doctors On Safari". My idea is to use that premise but tweak the formula a tad. First, it will be hosted by Ted "Intesities In Ten Cities" Nugent with weekly guest appearances. Ted and Guest will have to go hunt people up in his little Michigan ranch. But instead of homeless people, I was thinking more along the lines of soccer moms. We are gonna need a crack team of research people on this one. It would really be a shame if we put some crazy hooker out there to be killed. Soccer Moms (and dads too. co-ed is always much more fun) are generally more tenacious than homeless people. We'll just tell the weekly MiniVan cunt that Ted and the guest stole her checkbook, coupons, and their sons Playstation 2. That bitch will be piping hot and ready for the hunt!!! The magic is really going to be the guest stars. Here's a brainstorm
Charles Grodin. David Odgen Steirs. John Heard. Robert Davi. Jeffrey Combs (of Reanimator fame). Yakov Smirnov. Kathy Griffith. Ted Danson. Joe Namath. Levar Burton. Richard Greico. Michael Dudikoff. Elvira Mistress Of The Dark. Coolio. Phyllis Diller. Rip Taylor. Sean Young. RuPaul. George Stephanapolus. Charles Manson. Eric Estrada. Vin Diesel.
again, you get the picture.
I know killing is wrong and stuff but our team of researchers will only bring us the cream of the bleached American crop. Secretley you want to see them die anyway. Think of how many jobs that would open up!!!!
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You won't believe this, but these are exactly what the first three chapters cover!! He threatened to quit the NFL and one point, Commissioner Rozelle was so on his ass about the club. The Colts, it turned out, had a super-predictable play book; it was easy for them to dissect their offense. And I find it hard to believe but he said he never dug redheads. A man who could deny the beauty of Laura Prepon?? Huh, I'm shocked.
I also watched about 10 minutes of CC and Company.