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  • This is my Blog...There are many like it, but this one is mine...

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        Friday, August 08, 2008

    Rone-ree...

    ...I'm so rone-ree...

    The wife called me a bit ago, and she was having herself a riotously good time. Her brothers and sisters are there, our kids are a hit, she looks better than all the other women there, and she's not...

    Stuck with me.

    Funny thing, one of my regular commenters said in the comments to yesterday's post 'don't kill yourself...' What's funny is that the wife told me the same thing earlier this week. I looked at her with some disgust, and asked her "Who would it be who found my body?" I mean, think about it. Why would I do that to someone I love? Suicide is the sincerest way to say one of two things: I hate you, and/or I am in so much anguish, I don't want to see next week.

    The VA Hospital in Portland did a great job killing me with slow poison, they don't need my help.

    Hey, don't say I didn't warn you about the maudlin. It doesn't help that I am listening to shit like this.

    I ate a 'Mexican' TV dinner that tasted like some beaner took a shit on the tray. Fried rice, my ass. More like stewed maggots. And 'enchiladas' that were suspiciously tapered on one end. But it was the only meal I had today. Well, I had several rolls of Smarties, and a cereal bar. Oh, and a few Twizzlers. They are so fresh and soft, that they stretch like earthworms in a Robin's beak as the bird aborts the annelid from the dirt.

    So, how was your Friday? What would you do if you had a nice, air-conditioned car (the wife rented, and left me her hot rod) and a pocket full of cash, nobody to depend on you, and the world is your mollusk?

    Me, I took two naps. And rearranged my guns because I sent her off with one of them, and it really fucked with my gun-shui. Enjoyed John Edward's discomfort. Tried hard to give a shit about one group of commies killing the shit out of another group of commies. Failed. Heck, I will not, would not ever go there in my life.

    Well, I guess it's time to take a sleeping pill, and sleep til noon. Call me and die.
    Wouldn't it be funny if I croaked naturally? And the wife came home, and found me and put the boots to my dead ass, yelling angrily "Dammit! You said you wouldn't!"

    Or maybe it's just me...