alright alright alright....

it is time for yet another installation of my thoughts.

(huge applause..)

thanks for coming to my site again...no doubt seeking eternal enlightenment and true happiness.
because it is obvious i have the key. the key factor. the key into the shit. the good shit. not the bad shit. okay then. whatever. fine.

let's move along before this gets completely ricockulous.

i have some important business for all you guys. it has become urgent that we come up with a band name and i am asking all of you to spend at least five minutes today and post some ideas on the comments section. it seems to be no problem for ya'll to spend five minutes excreting sentence after sentence of excruciatingly nauseating bullshit on my goddamn comments and i don't think it's too much to ask to come up with some band names. i know i've asked you before to do this, but i need to come up with something by friday. just think how rewarding it will be to name one of the pioneers of blueweed music. the only requirement is that it starts "Scott Copeland and the blahblahblah". there will be some kind of prize if you're name is chosen.

i am really counting on you guys.

for real dough.....like a dildo.

i shouldn't count on you. it's like being a red sox fan. the game just started and i have an awful feeling about it. they came back from 3-0 to force a game seven and will probably have it all pulled out from under them in the bottom of the ninth on a home run by some fucking hack that shouldn't even be in the majors and has 3 career home runs and ten at bats this year.

but...on a positive note. curt shilling gave one of the gutsiest performances i have ever seen and completely exemplified everything i love about athletics and competition. the heart of a lion. i fucking love him. laying it all on the line for one game.....right here...right now. money means nothing.. it's all about the game and his teammates and his will to win and i fucking love it.

i take it back. the red sox are gonna win on sheer guts and balls and on the shoulders of shilling and his badassness. fuck the yankees. fuck the yankees.. fuck a-rod. fuck jeter. fuck sheffield. fuck steinbrenner. fuck torre and all those motherfuckers. i fucking hate em.

i sincerely love everyone of you with all of my heart and i want to thank you beforehand for taking some of your important time and thinking of some names for me. it is much appreciated. except for you....alfonzo. you're a fucking dork.

still feeding off of me like a goddamn leech.

oh yeah..
i wanted to say happy 54th birthday to mr. tom petty. i'm sure he's reading right now.

absolutely in the top five coolest people of all-time list.

just for you beck....

TOP FIVE COOLEST PEOPLE OF ALL-TIME

1. Me
2. James Dean
3. Bob Dylan
4. the Dalai Lama
5. Tom Petty

anyway.... that was just off the top of my head. the only one i'm sure about is number one.

you know that shit's right mofo.

"Let's get to the point, let's roll another joint" ---tom petty

absolutely...

reach back between your legs and ease the seat back,

scott