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.
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
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.
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