—and what?—and the sneaky little reiver just washed down my last 20 Klonopins with a bottle of Black Swan Shiraz and is busy flinging himself heavily into my bookshelves, singing the Allman Brothers’ “Sweet Melissa” over and over and over again at the top of his squeaky armadillo lungs like some trippy lunatic Vietnam-era rat trapped in shrapnel-pierced body armor?
Is that what you were going to ask me? Because if not, skip it. I’m out of drugs and a bit on edge—and frankly, I really don’t need any extra pressure from you people just now.
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update: Oh yeah. And it’s that time. Make yourselves useful why don’t you?
Hey, I liked “Sweet Melissa” (once).
“Reiver” ? So did you like Serenity?
Now you gotta follow the little cocksucker around for the next 3 days and collect his shit like that doberman in the first Cheech and Chong movie.
I don’t know that I know anybody who’s ever smoked any armadillo……or I’d give you some tips.
Yeah, well, my hamster ate all my crack, so shut the fuck up.
My python ate my hamster that ate my crack.
And he’s eyballing my stereo for fencing now.
So, YOU shut the fuck up, Ian.
Stereo Wishbone? Is that like your wish comes true on Thanksgiving, then it doesn’t? What, are you a Kerry supporter or something?
Well, I got my hands on some of Jeff’s red pills, and I just saw my stereo eat my hamster. So everybody keep talkin’.
Shut up, bitch, you know you love it.
Now polish me.
BECAUSE OF THE SMUDGES!
TW: If it weren’t for me you couldn’t read this.
Jeff, you could at least take pictures of teh weekly ‘dillo bacchanalia….
All this dirty talk makes my lenses hard.
Man, is it just me, or is this really the wrong blog to come to if you’re a “front page writer” for DailyKos spoiling to pick a fight with a bunch of fundies?
I’m guessing its end of the meds and you’re jonesin’?
“Sometimes I feel –
Sometimes I feel –
Like I been tied – to the whipping post…”
A .357 slug between the eyes smokes ‘em real good.
Or so the ghost of Hunter S. Thompson keeps whispering in my ear on these endlessly disappointing Friday nights.
Armadillo + freezer + power drill = hippie-resistant bong.
The day has come
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…and is now flinging himself heavily into my bookshelves and singing the Allman Brothers’ “Sweet Melissa†over and over and over again like some trippy lunatic Vietnam-era rat trapped in shrapnel-infested body armor…
So he IS dancing then (in a manner of speaking)?
HOORAY!!
TW: “having” He’s certainly having a good time!
Ain’t nothing wrong with the Allmans, especially that song. Although over and over is worrisome.
But hey, it could be worse. He could caught in the trend of Mass. Senators (the state is 2 for 2 now) who feel compelled to post on the Kos board. God, how pathetic that must be.
I must say, you are the master of the wildlife tale.
I’m originally from Louisiana, so of course I’ve smoked armadillo plenty of times.
I’d recommend mesquite chips and a teryaki glaze.
TW: or if you prefer, just use a light dusting of equal parts red pepper, black pepper and white pepper instead.
:peter
This blog is not really “Jewish Humor,” so voting for it made me feel guilty. But I got over it.
– Actually ken, they both had sort of “escaped” from the star chamber for a time. Kind of a coming home. You really know you’ve hit the bigtime when the Daily Komrades is your principle forum to talk to the electorate …. *snort*
Nice one, quiggs.
Peter Jackson  But is armadillo better when you run it over with regular tires or all-weather tires first?
Meh. Armadillos are so 2005.