hey baby.....

you're a free girl now.

sir tom petty on another beautiful sunday morning.

hello, and welcome to yet another edition of the church of scott's thoughts. i am excited to have you here and at this time we would like for all non-members to sit down so that our members can come by and introduce themselves and welcome you to our church and hopefully brainwash you into believing that we got it all figured out.

i have had so much to discuss lately but you know how it is....

i have appreciated all the comments lately. i like ekorts plan for a 28 hour day and 6 day week. however, your "PROJECT DESALT OCEANS" is much better.

it seems that i have been fired as movie critic from the mike mcclure band website company. i haven't got my notice yet, but i went to his new site and i didn't see vinny bignoggan anywhere on that motherfucker. i fucking quit first anyway. they wouldn't even pay for my matinees and shit and i brought dozens and dozens of people to that site.

i've been doing a lot of thinking lately. i have come to a crossroads in my life and i am not sure of which way to go. all i am sure of is that i'm not turning around. i pretty sure that way sucks.

i finished a song on thursday....

wanna hear it....here it goes...

"I'm lettin' my hair grow a little longer
My B.O's gettin' a little bit stronger
and I just don't care.

I got six bisquits goin' in my belly
and a jar full of homemade jelly
and i ain't gonna share.

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

i'm just skippin' thru the daisies
goin' a little crazy
on the wacky little wheels of rhyme.

Chorus:
I've got my thumb in the air, walkin' down the highway
Smile on my face if you're goin' my way.
I've got five bucks and a pocketful of songs.
Don't mind me i'm just taggin' along.
Ridin' in the back with a guy named jack in the middle of the summertime
workin' my way 'round the wacky little wheels of rhyme.

There's a girl with blonde curls
who swears up and down she's got a pet squirrel
named dave.

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 a school of mime.
and i'm startin' to fear it's getting weird in here
on the wacky little wheels of rhyme.

repeat chorus.

about 14 miles from seattle
we hit a herd of cattle and our wheels just rattled
down the road.

so we all form a huddle
in the middle of a puddle
and sent out two morse codes.

we ended up in california
and nobody ever warned me
there's a lot of weirdos down there.

so we made a left turn
and i'm never gonna learn
you can't win at solitaire.

I've got my thumb in the air walking down the highway
Smile on my face if you're goin' my way.
I've got five bucks and a pocketful of songs
Don't mind me i'm just taggin' along
ridin' in a truck with a guy named chuck
in the middle of the summertime.
workin' my way round the wacky little wheels of rhyme.

tag it, outro, over and out bitch."

okay, so it's no "she thinks my tractor's sexy". i can't compete with the power of that line. you cannot dispute it's greatness or the magnitude of it's genius. i am just a lowly peon.

isn't it ironic that peon is pronounced "pee on".

just below the peon's are the shitton's.

i would like to make an announcement. if dave ray is reading this, please contact me immediately. your very life depends on it.

i'll be playing my first gig with andy pate and randy langley tonight at longhorn's in the stockyards if anyone is interested. i believe it will be from 7-10.

in closing....

please bow your head for the prayer....

"Dear God, please be with our beloved texas rangers as they face a dark and lonely uphill battle and guide them in their quest for undeniable greatness. put courage in their hearts and thunder in their bats and take them to the promisedland. also, please bless our ryder cup team members as they prepare to win back the cup for the united states. help them to practice with precision and perfection and to enter the matches with the utmost of confidence and daring. may every birdie putt find the hole and every 330 yard drive come to rest in the middle of the fairway. in your most wise and holy name, amen."

cya on the outside,

scott