Sirius Sucks

Proof that satellite radio sucks.

May The Horse Be With You

If you have sex with a horse, do you automatically go to hell? My neighbor's mare has been giving me the eye, if you know what I mean. Satellite radio stinks. It sounds like horse farts. I like WKDO. Now there's some good radio. I ate a mushroom that was growing in my yard, and now I'm seeing stars. And planets. And Klingons. May the horse be with you, by jiminy. I'm hot around the edges, but cold in the middle. Paris Hilton called me, but didn't leave a message. I know it was her. Or my uncle Pete, that child molester. Every kid in the neighborhood but me, the bastard. Did I mention satellite radio sucks? Especially Sirius, XM sucks just a little less. I drove from Hazard to London, and now my floormats are wet.

I'm Famous!

Did you know I had a comic written about me? I didn't. Then I found this comic book down at Hazel's Road Kill and Antique Emporium in Hazard. I was amazed! Sirius Satellite radio is really lame. I like catfish. It's good with potatoes. Is their an "E" is potatoes? I don't know. I won the Hazard spelling bee in 5th grade, but nobody else entered. My fingers smell like cat poop. Sirius satellite radio is really lame. My car is up on blocks, and I can't get no satis traction. Did I mention Sirius satellite radio is really lame? When does Paris get out of the pokey? I'm disappointed because.

Mickey Mouse Is My Hero

Disney RULEZ!

I'm A Diva

Paris and Nicky together. Now THERE'S a fun sandwich! Add a little mayo and you're on your way to heaven, Thank The Lord! Come to Hazard, Kentucky, girls, and I'll make you queens! Actually, we have a queen in Hazard, and his name is Norman. I'm having herring in sour cream tonight. I found it at the Hazard Big Lots. Did you know you can buy stuff from all around the world at Big Lots? Sure, most of the expiration dates are before 2002, but them's good eats none the less! Pussy got out in my garden and ate all the collards. Now her feces are all green and mushy. I tried them with some white vinegar. NOT BAD! Those arabs are crazy! I'm waiting for Paris to call me from jail. I'll accept the charges! She called Barbra Walters. It's my turn next. I started a joke, and the whole world's not laughing. My ankle hurts.

I'm A Silly Goose

Sorry, it's been a few days since my last blog. I hurt my ankle trying to jump across a car on the Interstate on my way to church last Sunday. It's swollen up to the size of a basketball and turned all orange and blue and stuff. I had the most delicious potato for lunch. I put ketchup and radish shavings on it. YUM YUM! Did you know mice like to hitch a ride on the backs of toads? I didn't until I took this picture. Paris has found Jesus! Praise the Lord! I think I'll invite her to services at the Universal Life Church when she gets out and try to snag me some of that skanky poontang.

She's The Goddess

God is the master. Paris is the key. BELIEVE!

Crawl To Me, Paris

You can say what you want, but I'm going after her. Paris is the next Mrs. Beezer. When she gets out, she's going to want a real man like me. I remember Linda Blair in that prison movie, with the broomstick and all that. Paris is going to be my girlfriend, and I'll treat her like a queen in my doublewide. She'll swoon to my WKDO radio. I'm in love, and only Jesus can stop love, and he ain't saying anything. I've been listenting on my scanner. Crawl across my linoleum, Paris, crawl across!

Well Balanced Diet

I think I caught rabies. I live in the woods just outside of Hazard, and a monkey jumped out of a tree and bit me on the neck. Or did I bite him? It's hard to remember, because I'd just taken my daily heroin injection. Anyways, what do you know about typhus? Since I have no running water in the trailor, I drink out of a creek just downstream from a large pig farm. I like hot dogs. They're like little sausages, only with pork pudding inside. I dress them up with sauerkraut and onions and have a fart fest. With beer. Lots and lots of beer. I wonder how Paris Hilton is doing. While farting.

Soul Man

Truly thought provoking and inspiring.

Eat More Cheese

The fun folks down at the Universal Life Church of Kentucky are having a bake sale this Saturday. I'm bringing my world famous Possum Stew. It rained today. I don't know why I'm here. I think it might have something to do with my parents. Insanity walks in my family. It's too lazy to run. Mashed potatoes for dinner! YUM YUM! Have you ever tried catfish sushi? French's mustard. What more can I say? I want to build a treehouse. I've never really cared how much wood a woodchuck could chuck. I'm indifferent. Does that make me like everyone else? Carly Simon, yeah!

I Itch, Therefore I Scratch

I'm continually reminded of my mortality by the voices in my head. "You're going to die! You're going to die!", they keep telling me, although now they're speaking German, and I don't understand German. My nose is bleeding. I have to remember to stop running into walls. I'm thinking about going to Branson. Pat Boone is trying to sell me a reverse mortgage. I stuck my head in the oven to kill myself, but it doesn't work with an electric stove. Turn around, bright eyes. I think I may be contagious.