lord, that's when i fall
i can't help myself at all
and i get whiskey bent and hell bound

well, it's a little after 6 and i'm getting ready to head to the wreck room for my weekly gig with the freakazoids and robots. i wonder what's gonna happen this week. who knows? i know i don't. that' the fun of it, i suppose.

i don't know why, but i've been listening to some old hank jr. and johnny paycheck today. i guess we all know what that means. i'm gonna get drunk as balls tonight and there's nothing i can do to stop it. the train has already been set in motion. watch out now, here it comes.

there's really no other music i would rather listen to, when i'm drinking. especially whiskey drinking, than old school, hard-core country music. george jones, merle haggard, bocephus, david allan coe, johnny paycheck, and the boys seem to always make me drunk. willie, on the other hand, makes me stoned. it's not my fault, and it's not their's, it's just a matter of truth.

i just got done watching cmt and "On the Edge of Country". someone needs to tells those fucks that is the closest thing to real country music that they play and the rest of the shit is pussy ass pop music. okay fine. i saw a video with dolly parton on there. i think an alien has come down and abducted her. she looks like a fucking blow up doll or something. not that i would know what a blow up doll looks like, but i did just see this episode on "Real Sex 37" that had a segment about a company who specializes in making life-like fuck dolls. they cost 5000 dollars and include all three orifices for all your fucking and sucking needs. they looked pretty real. i would consider ordering one if they cooked and cleaned and brought me beer.

well, i'm wondering if i should take a shower. Nah, i took one this morning.

the bedlam game is this weekend and i'm shocked to see the line of the osu/ou game. 16 and a half points. jesus christ, do we get no respect at all? how many years in a row do we have to beat those raping, pillaging convicts before we get some credit? if i had any money, i'd take all of those points and bet the farm. now, i'm not saying we're going to win outright, but goddamn, i'll take two touchdowns and a safety at the start of the game and call it good.

which brings us to my pro pick of the week. i don't need to remind you that i'm 4-1, but i will anyway. i'm having to give you my pick a little earlier this week, because i may not be on here before sunday, and it's on my mind right now.

lay the 2 points and take the giants against the jets.

alright then.


i'll leave you with some charles bukowski. the greatest poet of the twentieth century and possibly of all-time.

"you begin by starving in cheap
rooms
and you end up by
asking your lawyer
to keep an eye on your
tax accountant.

make a poem out of
that."

------charles bukowski

see you guys tomorrow if i get a chance. if not, then have a good weekend and pull over when the cops turn their sirens on. i'm speaking from experience.

eat it,

scott