Give Me a Topic, I’ll Tell You No Lies
Posted on September 30, 2007 - Filed Under Humor, Just For Fun, adventure, brain farts, empty head
I don’t know about you guys but I’m having a time coming up with stuff to blog about. I know, I know, there is so much going on in the world there should be something that has caught my attention, right? Wrong. Maybe there is too much going on - or it’s just so much of more of the same crap that it just isn’t hitting my interest meter or, who the hell knows?
Anyway, Bella challenged me to write about grilled cheese samiches and yeah, I took the challenge. See what I mean by no thoughts in my head. Actually though it was fun and it was a challenge, because really how often do you have to come up with 500 words on grilled cheese samiches - so, thank you Bella. We managed to shake some bats from the bellfry on that one.
But her challenge got me thinking - aren’t we all a little at a loss for stuff to post about, from time to time? Don’t all of us sit down at the computer, scratch our heads and say, ‘ah, duh, what the heck am I going to post about today?’ sometimes? It may just be me, but I don’t think so - in fact, I’m sure not because I’ve read others’ posts about burn out, missing brain cells, brain farts and empty-headedness too.
So, here’s an idea - why don’t we do an idea co-op? Okay, maybe it sounds lame and sounds like those silly writing prompts that we’ve all tried - but more fun. We’ve all done the memes that have gone around - pulled stuff out of our dusty trunks and put them up, posted vids, jokes, cartoons, celebrated wholly invented holidays, done the interview round robins - why not this?
Hmmm….now how would we go about it? I don’t know…how about you leave me suggestions here and for every suggestion I get, I’ll give one back? How does that sound? Or we could tag each other for ideas? I am actually kind of liking the idea. Imagine having an idea bank for those days when you really don’t have any ideas? Imagine having someone else give you a bunch of ideas that you can save for a rainy day post? Doesn’t it sound good?
I’ll start:
Bella - Write a letter to the editor about pending legislation that would require all adults to trim their toenails weekly.
A-Mum - Write a love letter to A-Dog from the viewpoint of a french poodle who has recently moved into the neighborhood.
Michael - You wake up to discover that all your daughters are sons & your wife is your husband - what happens?
Karen - You have been offered the job of creating & producing a talk show for former president, Jimmy Carter, describe the format, the guests, the topics and how you will promote it.
Christine - Write a rap song for Condoleeza Rice to be performed on the Letterman Show.
Spaz - Interview the most beautiful tree you know.
Roobs - You are Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz - Write the private conversation you had with the Wizard while the Tin Man, Lion & Scarecrow were out of earshot.
Jess - Write an editorial on a movement to outlaw parking tickets.
Anthony - You wake up to discover you get to be an American for a day - describe your day.
Red - You get the opportunity to create a reality show called, Build That Car - Outline the format, the rules, the contestants and the prize.
DT - You get to be the schoolyard bully for the day - who do you go after first?
Jennifer - Write a poem about the joys of microwave cooking.
Reggie - You’ve met your dream man; he’s handsome, smart, funny, makes 7 figures a year and is availble but he’s four feet tall - what do you do?
Buggsie - List ten things that would make it a perfect world.
Lucid - Write a letter to Dear Abby, asking for advice on something that really bugs you.
Daisies - Write a speech to be given to a group of 12 year old boys on the merits of feminism.
Grace - You have been given the assignment of giving Howard Stern a makeover - results?
Okay, so have at it, if you want - and gimme something puleeze! 
The Grilled Cheese Samich Challenge
Posted on September 29, 2007 - Filed Under Food, Humor, Just For Fun, brain farts, dining experience, i'm hungry, my opinions
Okay, so I’ve been bitching about not having anything to write about and one of my buddies, in response to this post, gave me the following assignment:
Yup, you are hoarding them, you are not fool’n me WC — I’ll give you a topic, “Butta” (butter)…
Grill cheese better made with margarine or real butta?
I want you to research, I want you to break out the skillet - I want you to conduct your own test kitchen. What kind of cheese? The Kraft squares that are wrapped individually, or the real cheddar? OR, Velveeta? That “cheese loaf” if you will.
I already have my opinion and I’ll weigh in if you take me up on this topic. This is my kind of topic. And what to serve the grilled cheese with? With soup? What kind is the best.
Should one dip the grilled cheese in ketsup?
You go to work girl! Let me know what you think!
And please don’t tell me you don’t eat grilled cheese sandwiches, cuz then I will believe that all of your brain cells have taken a great leap off of your head!
Oh, it’s 5a.m. and I have 3.5 hours to go here at work, can you tell I’m struggling? LOL
So, my dear, this one’s for you - WC
First of all, I reject the premise that I am hoarding brain cells, as evidenced by the fact that I am jumping at your grilled cheese challenge as fodder for a post. I mean, there is so much going on in the world and yet, I am writing about grilled cheese samiches. I admit that I do love grilled cheese samiches and really on a cool autumn day there is nothing better, I have to warn you, I am likely writing this post with both of my remaining brain cells tied behind my back.
Alrighty then - butter vs. margarine? Come on, there is no contest here. Aside from the fact that margarine is a tub of transfats, food coloring and will survive a nuclear holocaust along with the cockroaches and Ron Smith, the stuff has no taste and always smells like axle grease. So, yeah, absolutely we are going for 100% butter, calories and clogged arteries be damned.
What kind of cheese? Hmm, that is determined by my mood and whatever I happen to have in the fridge. Never ever, would I even think of using cheese product made from the same stuff as the margarine. And while Velveta may have great glue-like qualities, I am making a sandwich, not building a brick wall, so I’ll pass on that bizarre invention. Nope, it has to be real cheese. I like the Trader Joe’s three cheese shredded blend - which is cheddar, jack and mozzarella. Also, Kraft puts out a four cheese shredded blend of Mexican cheeses. I like the shredded cheeses because of the even melting properties and the blend gives it some zip. If I don’t happen to have either of those on hand I will mix up whatever I do have, usually provolone & cheddar or jack & cheddar, or colby & swiss. I’m not really a one cheese grilled cheese person - I find that blending at least two different cheeses gives it some zip and hits mulitple taste buds.
My bread of choice is Ezekial Sesame seed sprouted grain or Food for Life’s 9 sprouted grain bread. It is heavier and beefier than regular breads, has a better glycemic index, more fibert and just tastes better to me. Though when I was younger and much thinner I was completely addicted to any type of really good sourdough bread. Yummy.
So, to recap, we slather our sprouted grain bread with real butter and put both slices, butter side down in a hot, non-stick skillet - then we sprinkle generous amounts of shredded cheeses on both slices. We watch and wait for the cheese to become melty and we slap one slice on top of the other. We smash down with a spatula on the now, married slices so as to get any air out and to squish together the melty cheese. We flip once, smash down one more time, wait 30 seconds and slip that puppy onto a nice pretty dish.
As to accroutements???? Hmmm, again it depends on my mood. I may just go for the samich straight, no beverage, no pickles, no anything and afterwards wash everything down with a diet coke. Or, if I am pretending to actually make the samich a meal I have to go with Campbell’s tomato soup. Yep, I know it’s a little boring and has been around since World War II, but some things just never go out of style. But I like to doctor up this classic with just a little cream and 1/2 cup of sweet corn. I use about 1/2 the amount of water suggested, about 3 tbs of 1/2&1/2 and cook it through til it’s just shy of piping hot. I’m not much of a dipper but you could dip the samich in the soup and I think it would be a delightful taste sensation. Ketchup? Hell no, we don’t need no stinking ketchup or barbecue sauce or ranch dressing or honey mustard. A damn fine grilled cheese samich needs nothing if it’s done right.
So, there you have it, Bella, my take on grilled cheese samiches. Hope I didn’t disappoint.
WC
Irony
Posted on September 28, 2007 - Filed Under Humor, Just For Fun, funny pics
Hope your weekend is a pisser.
wc
Writer Chick Talks
Posted on September 25, 2007 - Filed Under Humor, Just For Fun, brain farts, really stupid shit
My buddy Karen is handing out questions for her fellow bloggers to answer. I held up my hand and asked for a few. Although, she went easy on me and didn’t include any sexually explicit, politically polarizing or downright embarrassing questions, I did my best to sound racy and edgy. And now…the interview….
1. Which season best describes you? Why?
Summer, because I’m hot and steamy, I always have sand in my pants and frequently walk sideways. And if you held me up to your ear (which would take enormous strength on your part) you would hear the ocean.
2. Are you a Seinfeld person or a Friends person? Why?
While Seinfeld was a funny show, as evidenced by its long run and great ratings - and admittedly, I love the Soup Nazi episode - I’d have to go with Friends. It may be a matter of relatable humor. Seinfeld humor was about nothing - in fact, I think they did an episode about that very thing - or perhaps I’m confusing it with the yada yada yada episode - it’s hard for me to relate to nothing, as funny as it may be. On the other hand, Friends was about a bunch of lamebrain friends who hung out, drank coffee, talked for hours on end, shopped, occasionally worked and whose biggest problems were who was sleeping with which friend on the show. Now you can call the show Friends if you want, but in my mind, they were a bunch of writers - the above described behavior is most definitely writer behavior and someone should have mentioned it to the writers of the show, who should have known anyway. Perhaps they were really writing a show about themselves and thought no one would notice? And since I too, am a writer, there was instant relatability.
3. You live in southern California, surrounded by celebrities! What was your last celebrity sighting?
I have lived in SoCal for many years and through those years I have had many celebrity sightings and even some contact, most notably, Goofy, Mickey Mouse, Snow White, Jaws, Hixie & Trixie of Sea World fame, as well as some human celebrities, who are not nearly as friendly or interesting - Kirstie Alley, John Travolta, Jay Leno, Kathy Baker, Miguel Ferrar, blah, blah, blah - my most recent siting was former American Idol, Taylor Hicks - although I was at a concert he was giving so one would expect to see him there, right? The funny thing about celebrities is that they are, in real life, very tiny people. They look so much taller and prettier on television, whereas in real life, they mostly look like skinny little folks who need some sleep. Contrary to rumors, I have not met Barney the purple dragon.
4. Which animal were you in a pervious life? Dog? Or Cat?
I don’t believe I was ever a cat or a dog - if I had to choose it would be dog - because you can run around, make noise, smell your butt and drool and still have humans who will love you, feed you and provide a nice comfy bed for you to sleep in. I do think that I was once a dolphin, which is kind of strange since I don’t swim, never go in the ocean and hate sushi.
5. Inquiring minds want to know! How is the search for a publisher going?
The search has been long and arduous, with no real results to report. Actually I’m looking for an agent, publishers come next. Providing of course, I get an agent who has contacts to publishers and they can talk them into publishing my book. Back to the search…where was I? Oh yeah, long and arduous. My fingers have callouses from the many query letters I typed, my tongue tastes permanently of glue and nutrasweet, my eyes are crossed and my tees have shrunk. I have now changed to a proactive strategy, wherein I go to several Starbuck’s a day and ask of anyone who has the bad karma of walking in if they are an agent and if they would like to read my book. So far, I have found no agents, but I have gotten a couple of free latte’s, a lot of sympathy and I think a stalker of indeterminate gender.
Well, there you have it folks, my answers. Was it good for you? Anything you wanted to ask that didn’t get answered? Feel free, ask away. If you want a slew of questions from Karen, just drop by here.
I’m sure she’d be happy to lay some on you.
WC
Overload
Posted on September 23, 2007 - Filed Under Humor, brain farts, in my head
I don’t know what it is about life. There are periods of time when everything goes great. The job is great, your diet is working, you have more good hair days than bad, your dentitst compliments you on your dental hygiene and the dog does as it is told. Then there are other times when nothing goes right, the job is a drag or worse, your friends don’t have time for you, your brain is ensconsed in a permanent fog and all you want to do is watch sitcom reruns and eat Cheetos.
Unfortunately, lately, I’m in the latter phase. My mind is elsewhere. If I could find it I might be able to talk some sense into it. If I could locate the synapses that are currently refusing to fire I could dash off my usual 6-7 posts a week. If I could find my ass with two hands I could get my dreary errands and paperwork done. If I could remember what it was that I was going to do, I could go there.
Although, I’ve managed to dress myself and arrive at work on a daily basis - I’ve remembered to eat (sort of) and I try not to leave the house without make up - I’m still just going through the motions. And it’s annoying the hell out of me. I’m not a slacker by nature, in fact I’m a bit obsessive about getting things done and taken care of, at least for the most part. But I can’t seem to shake the lethargy. I can’t seem to make myself do the things I need to do, want to do.
Nothing grabs me or interests me. I’m null. Void. Empty. This sucks.
Though I’ve pondered what could be the trouble I’ve come up with nothing. There is no terrible situation in my life. No emergencies. Nobody sick or injured. No bill collecters calling me. In fact, even the telemarketers have backed off. My well ordered life seems to be clipping along just fine, without me. Weird huh?
It has occurred to me that my job is bad for my brain. It seems to be this ravenous creature that feeds on fresh brain cells and each day it seems to need more. Each day before I go into that office, I suck in a breath and tell my brain cells to go to sleep, lest they experience the torture of being eaten whilst fully awake. I bumper car my way through the day, thinking mostly of when I can leave and get out of that space. This ain’t good. Yes, I already know this. I am making plans to jump ship, soon. I have a few things I have to finish first. But in the meantime….
I guess what I am trying to figure out is how to wake up my brain cells after I leave the job from hell. They don’t seem to want to rouse after sleeping all day and I really need them. I have been feeding them vitamins and protein drinks, fresh air and good books - but still they waffle. Or maybe they are a waffle. It could be. Anything is possible.
So, during my brain fart phase I may go missing for a few days. My comments or responses may seem a bit off. I may seem a bit off. And I am. But it’s just me battling with my brain, trying to herd the cells back into the corale. Nothing more, nothing less.
Hopefully a new brainy phase will follow. Hopefully, the nap has done them good and they will open the door to new and wonderous things for me to tell you about and talk about. Hopefully, they haven’t all run away from home, looking for a smarter and better host who won’t subject them to mind numbing stimuli and bad food.
In the meantime, if you see any of my brain cells please send them home.
WC
Go Away, OJ
Posted on September 19, 2007 - Filed Under Current Events, Rants/Opinions, WTF?, assclowns, rat bastards
It seems like only yesterday when I sat glued in front of my t.v. set, waiting with baited breath to see what would happen today. The “Trial of the Century” they called it and man were we hooked or what? I admit that I became a total junkie. There wasn’t anything I would rather talk about, nothing I’d rather think about - I had to solve the mystery.
As did many of us, apparently. What was really a three ring circus, starringa dyfunctional judge, a prosecutor who couldn’t look attractive regardless of her hair style or makeover, a cast of the weirdest witnesses ever to sit in a witness box and some of the most expansive gasbags in Beverly Hills (also known as lawyers).
I admit too that at first I didn’t want OJ to be guilty. I was particularly a fan of his, nor did I watch any of his movies - but, he was an icon not just of football but of the American Dream. I really didn’t want to blow up that image in my head and replace it with the reality that he was simply a narcissistic psycho who got away with murder.
After millions of dollars, mountains of evidence, hundreds of witnesses and volumes of testimony, the most inept prosecution team in the history of California and perhaps the country, managed to lose a case that should have been a slam dunk. And you may not know this but I kid you not, they all got a BONUS after they lost the biggest murder case in decades. Yep, I paid for that too.
Okay, so it’s over and thank Gawd, because by the time it was over I never, ever, ever, ever, wanted to hear about it, him, them or anything having anything to do with it. Never again. Much as I felt for the Browns and the Goldmans I was fresh out of sympathy and interest in the saga. Stick a fork in me because I was done with a capital D.
Since then, there have been the odd news item about the murdering s.o.b. which may have been amusing but certainly not interesting. And for the most part, OJ ceased to exist in my world. Can I get an, Amen?
But, apparently the universe doesn’t feel we’ve had enough OJ and apparently OJ doesn’t think we’ve had enough of him either, since the idiot went out and kidnaped, and held people at gunpoint over his old OJ shit.
You can’t swing a dead cat without hitting some story, news report, article or conversation about it. You know what I say? Big f’ing deal. The jerk committed yet another crime. Are we surprised? Are we honestly shocked in any way? Are we amazed by the new depths the man has managed to sink? I think not. Yet, our information suppliers (aka the media) are all atwitter over OJ’s latest bullshit and they can’t get enough of it, so we can’t get enough of it.
But I have a suggestion for the media. If you really want to drive the guy crazy, drive him up the frickin’ wall - why not just ignore the whole damn thing? Nothing bothers a narcissist more than being ignored. Nothing enrages them more. Nothing freaks them out better than that. You media guys want to see OJ’s head explode, ignore him. Treat him like the scurvy little spider that he is. Treat him as though he matters not and I promise you will get the story of the century. I can see the headlines now, “OJ Spontaneously Combusts on Larry King Live! Ignoring OJ May be Responsible for his Giant-Ass Brain Tumor Which Doctors Have Confirmed is Inoperable. OJ Takes Off for the Moon Without a Rocket Ship!”
Yeah, I like the sound of that. I like the idea of him sitting in a jail cell and being ignored and treated like he is no better than the dust bunnies under my bed. I really like it.
Hey OJ! Just go away!
WC
Flex, Lies and Video Games
Posted on September 18, 2007 - Filed Under Humor, I gots to have it, WTF?, brain farts, my opinions, really stupid shit
All I can say is that I’m glad that personal computers weren’t around when I was a kid. If they had been, I’d weigh 500 lbs, have coke bottle glasses and have no friends that weren’t virtual.
I have a problem. I am addicted to online computer games. Currently, it’s Mahjong II - apparently Mahjong I was so popular they decided to improve it. But that’s the current phase. Before that? Spider, Solitaire, Text Twist, Collapse, Glinx and the list goes on and on. It was innocent enough at first, ‘oh looky here, what’s this. this might be fun.’ Hours later, bleary-eyed, full-bladdered, starving and exhausted I wondered what it was I actually got on the computer to do. Beats me.
There’s a little hook in all of these games or at least the ones I’ve played. The trick is, there is always one screen or level that you can’t quite win. You tell yourself, “If I could just get through this level, I’m done.” Right. They know you can’t get through the level because there is no trick or pattern, it’s random, it’s a bunch of mathematical equations, buzzing through cyberspace at a bagillion bite thingies a second. And the longer you try to get through that level, the more tired you become and less alert and of course now that your brain is fried you won’t ever be able to do it. Or…maybe occasionally, you actually do hit pay dirt. The win is so anti-climatic that you now have to see if you can do it two times in a row. Has anybody got an Advil?
I’ve resolved a bagillion times to just stop. Cold turkey. Stupid video games, I have much better things to do with my time. My brain was meant for bigger challenges. I have a life to live, places to go, people to meet. But then the little whiney computer addict voice chimes in “It relaxes you. Just do it to wind down for a few minutes. Half hour tops.” The next thing you know it’s one o’clock in the morning and even your dog has gone to bed. So, what is a slightly OCD’d writer to do? How can I stop? Where and how will I ever get that lost time back?
Maybe I should take up Yoga or Tai Chi. I should walk the dog. Blow up my computer. Become a vegetarian? I don’t know but I’ve got to stop. Cocaine was never this tough. What do you do? I know you all have the same problem maybe not as bad as mine, but admit it - you too get on the mindless computer game train. It passes the time. You don’t have to think or worry or solve problems, beyond getting to that next level. It’s your secret addictive behavior that you don’t admit to. It’s your little luxury of brainlessness that you don’t want to give up either. But I’m telling you friends, that we must revolt! We must just say no and walk away. We must not look into the light or watch the scoreboard. We must get clean and straight and work on those novels, poems, posts, school play costumes and dinner!
Are you with me?
WC
Children No More?
Posted on September 17, 2007 - Filed Under my opinions
I’ve been wondering lately, why we seem to be in such a hurry to make kids grow up. What got me thinking was a ’sneak preview’ I saw of an upcoming show, Kid Nation. I can’t really say why but the whole concept aggravated me to no end. I kept carping at the television, as though it would listen to me and just stop it.
The basic idea of this show is to take a bunch of kids aged from 8 to 15, put them in a ghost town and see if they can create a community. I suppose on the face of it, it sounds kind of cool and innovative and all that stuff that television execs get worked up about. But to me, it sounds a little sad. Kids are supposed to be kids. This is their time to learn, have fun, have adventures, be care-free and just live - hopefully fully employing their amazing imaginations and creating some precious memories for when they are old farts like the rest of us.
Instead, we give them sex education (Obama thinks age 5 is about the right time for this), teach them about sexual orientation (Why Joey has two mommies), give them more homework than I ever had in high school, cell phones, their own phones, their own televisions, social security numbers, bank accounts, debit cards, designer clothes, start them in school before they can speak, pay big bucks to get them into the right preschool or in some cases pre-preschool, chauffer them everywhere they go, cervical vaccinations as early as age 9, $120 sneakers, highlights and manicures.
They have play dates instead of running through the neighborhood gathering up their pals for a romp at the old railroad station. They have nannies instead of babysitters. Are taught security codes for their homes. Can text message and surf the net like pros, but can’t seem to think. They are ensconsed in electronic paraphanelia, plugged in, zoned out, on antidepressants, have disorders that take up page upon page of the PDR are vast consumers of internet porn and worst of all, cynical.
Have you watched a sitcom lately? Have you noticed that the kids, regardless of age, are always played as all knowing, world-weary, cynical punsters. Mom and Dad clearly can’t teach them anything because they know it all. And apparently must educate their parents in the ways of the world because they are clueless.
Now, when I was a kid, I know we all pretended that our parents were clueless and truly didn’t understand how things really were. Yet, whenever something bad happened, whenever life kicked us in the teeth, whenever something scared the bageebers out of us, we made a beeline to Mom and Pop. They may have been un-hip, squares, not with it, uninformed on pop culture, but they knew stuff. They knew life. They had graduated from the school of hard knocks and they were there for a reason. We all knew this in our hearts.
Today’s kids? I’m not so sure. I look around and it’s not kids I see, but very short adults running around in their power suits, dragging their laptops, drinking their lattes and smoking their cigarettes. Ordering their parents about, who seem to go whichever way they are commanded. They smirk, the deride, they disrespect and snicker.
And I’m not mad so much as sympathetic. I mourn the loss of their innocence. I mourn the loss of their carefree, clueless days. I mourn the loss wild imaginings. Not for me, because I had them. But for them - those in such a hurry to grow up and the parents who are pushing them along.
WC
Hmmm….
Posted on September 15, 2007 - Filed Under Humor, Just For Fun, funny pics, laughs
Some things are just inevitable. WC
Assclown
Posted on September 14, 2007 - Filed Under Humor, Just For Fun, assclowns, brain farts
We all have them in our lives. As co-workers, neighbors, friends of friends, in-laws (hopefully) distant relatives and (probably) not-so-distant relatives. Assclowns. Yep.
It’s the brother-in-law who is going to get you see the light that your drinking American beer contributes to global warning. The co-worker who never does their job but gets raises and praises. The neighbor who is in a hot competition to prove he can grow the greenest lawn on the block.
The politician who promises to solve all our problems but gets amnesia the moment they are sworn in. The spoiled celebrity brat who thinks flashing her business will increase her album sales. The talking head who thinks if they just explain things right to you and your little mind you will see the light and fall into line. The store clerk who can’t figure out how to open the cash register, much less ring up your sale. The Starbuck’s kid who takes your money and then forgets that you haven’t gotten your coffee.
They’re out there folks and their numbers are increasing.
Personally, I blame the schools. Back in the day when I was in school, you weren’t taught about sexuality and multiculturism, you were taught math, english, history and economics. You were expected to use your brain and be aware of the fact that there were actually other people in the world, who also had opinions. And said opinions were expected to make sense by using facts and critical thinking. Can you say, debate club? You were expected to actually earn your grades through study, hard work and turning in legible papers, reports and passing tests. You weren’t graded on a curve - you were graded on what you got right and what you got wrong.
Seems like these days you don’t need facts, the ability to think or even a valid argument of any kind. Having an opionion is more than enough. And since we’ve leveled the playing field, we are supposed to be willing to listen to anybody about anything, lest we show our racist, bigoted or intolerant selves. Hey, just because is a convicted serial killer and rapist doesn’t mean he doesn’t have a right to an opinion. Charles Manson is just a grossly misunderstood guy. Suddam wasn’t hurting us, why did we hurt him? That five year old who kissed the little girl in the playground awaits trial for sexual harrassment. If he’s lucky, he’ll get counseling and some mind altering drugs that will set him straight.
Meat is bad. Soy beans are good. Man is evil. Animals should be able to vote. Society’s right to survive must take a back seat to a rare and nearly extinct weed. Smoking causes cancer and should be outlawed. Marijuana should be legalized. Republicans who are gay must resign. But they must also embrace gayness because they are homophobic.
These are all products of the assclowns - well maybe not soybeans but I’ve seen some studies…
I think we should create a holiday just for them. We’ll call it Assclown Day. We’ll put it in April where there are no other really good holidays. We can probably talk MTV into creating some sort of award show. Or maybe Bono will do a bunch of concerts to help the wayward Assclowns. A new reality show will likely crop up probably curtesy of Simon Cowell and we’ll call it American Assclowns. If it’s really successful there will be an Aussie Assclown and or Assclown U.K. Mattel will create an Assclown doll which people will kill one another for during the Christmas rush. It could be really great!
So, you have any assclowns in your life? I have a few extra if you’re short.
WC
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