what's up my peeps?

just getting my morning going with a little dylan, as always.

"it's an idiot wind, blowing everytime you move your teeth.
You're an idiot, babe. it's a wonder you still know how to breathe."

yeah, take that bitch. how does that feel? Blood on the tracks is one of the best rock albums of all-time. i was in cd warehouse one day and i actually saw one in the used cd's.what kind of a fucking idiot trades in "Blood on the Tracks". there's another area where we could expand the death penalty. "Uh yeah, i would like to trade in "Blood on the TRacks" and "Blonde on Blonde".

"Sure no problem, but first i have to blow your brains out with this shotgun. I hope you don't mind. it's company policy."

well my boy Phil Mickelson and Sergio Garcia spanked Tiger and Ernie Els' asses last night and won me fifty bucks. easy money.....thanks warila.....sucker.

which brings us to the topic of NASCAR.....
i hope i don't step on any toes here, but i think that nascar is just one evolutionary step above pro wrestling. i love driving by texas motor speedway and seeing all the motor homes and trailers parked out there for weeks with their confederate flags waving proudly while they cook Spam on their homemade grills they dug into the ground...... i don't understand what is the big deal. for all i know, i'm the best nascar driver of all-time. how hard is it to step on the gas and turn left.

that's another thing that really sticks in my craw. Confederate flags.....like charlie daniels and shit. "the south's gonna do it again"......do what charlie? enslave a race of people and get their asses kicked in a civil war, i guess. if you have a confederate flag on your truck or house or person, please do me a favor and go get in your washtub in the backyard and run your television out there with an extension cord and watch the dukes of hazzard underwater. check it out....it'll be cool, i promise.

i rip on the dukes of hazzard, but daisy duke is the first woman i remember masturbating to. i'm not proud of it, but sometimes i'm brutally honest. i was only 12. give me a break.

That reminds me of a joke......

" do you know what the last words of a redneck are?"

"Hey Bubba, watch this!"

alright. i've already caught some flack from you fools because i said that bush is the stupidest president of all-time. i'm really surprised that everyone doesn't agree with this. i thought it was a no-brainer. kinda like him.

i guess all the radio stations are gonna start steamrolling my cd's and ban me from their rotation like the dixie chicks or something. oh no, what am i gonna do now. just when i was on top. maybe i should try and marry natalie maines. yeah, marry a dixie chick like charlie robison did. then i could be the celebrity judge on "nashville star". that would be great. i would be like, "i'm sorry, but you suck ass and your songs suck ass. you need to go back to singing kareoke in bumpfuckville, south carolina....other than that you were pretty good." peace.
surely natalie and i could get along. we both share a hatred for toby keith and i could get her dad to produce my records for free. probably not, though.

dude, i wish i could get on that celebrity boxing matches thing. i would love to kick toby keith's ass on national t.v. i'd make him cry like the little bitch that he is. stick a boot up his ass. yeah.

i don't know what i'm going to do today. i think i'm going to go see if the neighborhood kids wanna play "butts up" on the side of the house. there's a couple of them i'd like to fire a racquetball right up their ass. that would be the most fun i've had in a while.

for all of those of you wondering. here is my super bowl prediction. run to vegas and bet on it now.

the st. louis rams and the new england patriots

a rematch of two years ago....sell the house and bet the farm.

i'll see you fools another time. i've gotta go take a dump.

thanks for reading this installment. i promise not to repeat myself again. it was an honest mistake.

watch out now........here i go.

peace,

scott