yep yep...

file into formation and listen to your leader. he has something to say.

"i don't know if it'll make much change, but i figure it's time i start playing ball. one thing, i play..coach stays. he's goes, i go. " --jimmy chitwood.

i was watching the top 25 sports movies on espn the other night and i was apalled at some of their decisions. however, they did get the number one sports movie of all-time correct. fucking hoosiers. you know this.

some of their major mistakes were.

rocky didn't even make the list.
rocky 2 didn't even make the list.
rocky 3 didn't even make the list.

need i say more... those are mistakes that cannot be overlooked. your list is bogus and to be completely ignored. except for the fact that you listed "hoosiers" number one, you are an inferior list maker to me.

fucking "Brian's Song" didn't even cut the top 25.
or the "Longest Yard".

are you fucking kidding me?

please, do not waste my time with your ricockulous lists.

they included the "color of money" but not "the hustler".
jesus.

"Ali" made the list.
please do not insult my intelligence.

"Bingo Long's Traveling All-Stars" was nowhere to be found.

okay. that is all i'm going to say about that.

i'm working on a tune. you wanna hear it? here goes.....

"I'm letting my hair grow a little longer
My B.O's getting a little stronger
and i don't care.

'Cause i got six bisquits goin' in my belly
with a jar full of homemade jelly
and i don't have to share.

I'll turn one up and i'll toss one down
and come back around and do the same thing in your town
next time

skippin' thru the daisies, goin' a lil' crazy
waitin on the wacky wheels of rhyme.

Thumb in the air, walking down the highway
smile on my face, if you're going my way
got 5 bucks and a pocket full of songs
don't mind me, i'm just taggin' along
ridin' in the back with a guy named jack
workin' our way thru the wacky lil' wheels of rhyme.

that's a chorus.... i think.

and there's a girl with blonde curls
who swears up and down that she has a pet squirrel
named dave.

and he eats lucky charms with his one good arm
and he taught himself how to shave.

and another fella named campanella
stated that he graduated from the school of mime.
and i'm startin' to fear it's gettin' weird in here
on the wacky lil' wheels of rhyme.

repeat the thing that i think is a chorus.

and then something else here that goes doo doo doo dah dah dah. and all that other shit.

yeah.

over and out. come back and see me when you can't stay so long.

just kidding.

i ain't leaving just yet. maybe here in a little while. or a long while.
or in a turnstile.
or in a junkyard pile about half a mile
from chuckie's place.

i don't know who chuckie is.
i just made him up.
he's not like the chuckie in that movie.
he's cool.
okay then.

so anyway....

i was thinking earlier about something but i forgot what it was.

and then a giant asteroid hit the earth and killed everyone and everything instantly. hopefully.

no, that wasn't it.

there's all kinds of people with greedy little fingers.
losers and lovers and lousy lounge singers.
and door to door bell-ringers.

think about that when they're singing their tunes
and shoving your mouth full of silvery spoons.

it's all just their game and their wicked little schemes.
turning us all into twisted machines.

this is getting a little too matrix-like.

alright then. whatever.

one day this is all gonna be funny. just remember that.

i would like to take this oppurtunity to take the time to say fuck you to everyone who has ever talked shit about me. you are all fucking pathetic disgraces of humanity and hopefully are doomed to a miserable eternity.

i've gotta go. i enjoyed my time with you today.

keep on the sunny side,

scott