Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Thanks again. Don't let the door hit you in the ass...

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Nye County School District elementary breakfast & lunch menu for the week of Nov. 17 -- Nov. 21:

*Breakfast menu for the week of Nov. 17 -- Nov. 21:

Fruit juice and milk offered with each meal.

Monday -- pancake on a stick, syrup;

Tuesday -- granola bar, cereal, cheese portion;

Wednesday -- cheese omelette, tomato salsa, potato triangle;

Thursday -- manager's choice;

Friday -- bagel and cream cheese.


*Lunch menu for the week of Nov. 17 -- Nov. 21:


Fruit juice and milk offered with each meal.

Monday -- soft taco or cheese quesadilla, Spanish rice, refried beans, pears;

Tuesday -- chicken patty, lettuce and tomato, tater tots, peaches;

Wednesday -- nachos or soft pretzel with cheese sauce, carrot and celery sticks, diced pears, cookie;

Thursday -- roasted turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes and gravy, mixed veggies, dinner roll, cranberry sauce;

Friday -- tuna sandwich or stuffed pepperoni sandwich, potato chips, apple sauce.

THIS IS RIDICULOUS





The government is already poking their noses in FAR too many aspects of our lives. When does it end?

Monday, November 17, 2008

That's About the Size of It

Sunday, November 16, 2008

Quantum of Solace









...SUCKS. go see Role Models instead. best comedy of the year, almost.

Dance Fail




The Fail Blog is my new best friend.

Friday, November 14, 2008

Glory to the highest

Photo Booth

Photos from the Beck show last weekend. Ryan, Lisa & Veronica are the stuff. There should be photo booths everywhere. It should be a national requirement, like fresh drinking water and clean toilets.



i always had this nagging feeling.








now i know it to be true.

if you want to be my girlfriend...







...you have to look like this.


















of course, looking like this wouldn't hurt either.















more to come? sure, why not.

Friday, November 7, 2008

just induce liver failure

just ingest 890 blue pills
not the hard on pills
but the happy floaty pills
the pills
pills
just ingest alcohol
the blackest drink you can find
your distended abdomen
will tell the tale
your tales are legendary
hope begins anew
for you
in the snowy recesses of your dreaming
mind

i wish for this





(thanks, mystery person)

Thursday, November 6, 2008

the face of the god

moving rapidly away from my upturned face.














WE WIN!
WE WIN!
WE WIN!
WE WIN!

pig- farm animals- overlord with newsprint on his hands

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

chimp

on the eve of the election
there's a goat that came to town
he shot his jism in the sky
it went all over town
the melons in the aisles
were looking mighty firm
the way you look when you see the stars
makes me want to jump
up on the table
and then we'll dance a jig
we'll float and grin and shoot that load
right up in the sky
they said is falling tonight
when obama eats his oats
sexual theatre of the mind
watch out for the man without feet
i shot it here i shot it there
everyone knows i sing like a pig
tell your children to eat their oats
leave the panthers in the pantry
don't watch porn it makes me angry
don't burn books they make good firewood
eat indiana corn for strength
eat that paste in the birdhouse
eat eat eat!
ha ha ha!
well, done, sir, we are.
that's the size of this alligator boot
made me want to run
and dance
in the alligator boot farm house
dance dance dance on the table
dance dance dance in the air
dance dance dance when the monkey comes
dance

Monday, November 3, 2008

on the eve of the election...

i will not

eat paste in the depths of cavernous cellars where beasts roam and ride and sleek night cats dwell

past concerns are of no consequence

when this meeting ends

i will leave the office

when this daylight leaves

we will run like hell

when my past becomes me i will murder nightmares

i will eat your nonsense

i will raid the gardens at midnight

i will do this, then, when, and now

and we will ride

i'm up to my ass in alligators

always wanted to say that.

Sunday, November 2, 2008

bill

i wonder:
did he feel like an asshole
driving over interstate lines
in a buick skylark
with a son that wasn't his,
a daughter that was,
and cheap luggage in the trunk
(?)