are you gellin'?
like magellan
no, i was fucking your wife, helen.
oh yeah. your momma's pussy's so big i fell in.
are you gellin'?

shut the fuck up.


today's blog will cover many points of interest. cascading down and around and rebounding back to where it started. half-heartedly and half-hazardly trying to make sense of it all while george thorogood blasts in the background and rain falls in the foreground and i stare at my mosaic art vase and candleholder i created and another thought passes as i still consider selling them on ebay or possibly giving them to my sister-in-law for a late birthday present but yet, i need to finish that other thing that i said i was going to and here we are again.

the circle of life.

when they thought the world was flat, why didn't they assume we were probably similar to the moon and sun?

as soon as you snatch this roach from my hand you may go.

if i lived in 1000 a.d. they would have fed me to the lions.

i have two dallas mavericks hooded sweattops. one is blue and one is grey. i have decided that i'm wearing one of the two everyday until the mavericks are not in first place in the western conference. i had a religious experience.

i ain't tellin'

i'm gellin',

scott