Barf in a shoe. Wear it to a Mets game. Call it your Barf Shoe. Call in sick to work. They will never know that you were at a sporting event. The smell of the Barf shoe will cover your tracks.
Okay, let’s get one thing clear. Smog. Okay, now that the smog is clear can someone do something about the goddamn fog? I’ve been wearing my foghat all week. There is only so much “slow riding” and “taking it easy” one can do before they blow a gasket. Which reminds me, I’m late for my basket weaving class. That’s gonna be my ticket outta this dump. With a hand woven basket on my head there’s no telling what I could do. For one thing, this stnking fog won’t be able to sink it’s talons any deeper into my skull. Then I’ll kick this fucking fog’s ass from here to Montana. Karate kick a slurpee and hi-five a grandma. Straight up and down, do the funky chicken an’ I’m out. Peace & Hallalujah!
The presidential debates haven’t really touched on the issue of stuff. They’ve touched on little Timmy. Inappropriately, I might add. Like 5 plus 9 equals thirteen Timmy clones, but I don’t believe there is enough empirical evidence to prove that that stuff is to blame for stem-cell research. But stuff is definitely an issue when it comes to global warmalism. Where does Hillary Clinton stand on stuff… On a helicopter? Has Barrack Obama raised the issue of black stuff? Rudy Guiliani, who is definitely a queer, hasn’t mentioned stuff once. Stuff is everywhere. Open your eyes to the facts people! Stuff isn’t going anywhere any time soon! And sooner or later stuff is going effect you and everyone else with stuff. So you’d better start thinking about stuff… before stuff starts thinking about you.
TV is so smart. It’s the closest thing to God that I ever met. It gives AIDS to everyone on the planet. Visual AIDS.
