…so anyway it’s beginning of ghost month or something and every idiot and his incestuous half brother is out burning ghost money by the box full in an attempt to show what stunned fukwads they are or some fucking thing and I just saw that artsy fartsy korean movie “The Bow” and what a stupid piece of shit that was full of empty scenes of a boat on a polluted little lake that smells like a sewer probably almost as bad as another slathering propoganda ass wipe in the international piss flaps canker sore herniated hemeroid puss puddle politics forum and of course class was cancelled tonight on account of the little windy they call a “typhoon” so not only is there nothing to do but there’s nothing to do and fucking hell I’m bored completely sensless here so if anybody could rant and blather any stupid old shit in my general direction just now that would be lovely. Thanks.
I’m listening to a fucking blistering rendition of “Down by the Riverside” by the Muddy Basin Ramblers. I hate to blow my own horn, but fuck me and my and old sick uncle, WE RAWK!
No, that’s ok, bob. You’re blathering enough shit for the lot of us.
Thanks guys but I need more something long winded and psychotic sounding nothing at all like a recording of the muddy basin ramblers but more like a scratched charles mingus cd whom of course I never would have even heard of if it hadn’t been for sandy’s good advice in the what kind of jazz do you listen to threa or whatever it was however long ago it was so long probably nobody even remembers to forget but anyway I realized long ago that this too windy and no commas either.
damn straight!
I started to wonder today while being asfyxiated by ghost money smoke walking to school…why dont they just burn the real money that they spend to buy the ghost money??? Would certainly save a step. 
Now everything from my bookbag, to all the clothes I had on, to my friggen hair smells like smoke…son of a friggen sea cook! :grrr:
Read Beautiful Losers. From the sounds of it, that’ll do it for you.
stupidest shit in the known universe no question about it but of course that straight forward comment interupts the too windy rhythm and I would rather be at a muudy basin concert than sitting here with squinty eyes and a sore neck but anyway my lovely wife still claims to still love me so that’s certainly something more than I would have had had I made other choices voices rats in the attic slime down below.
yeah I read that one but the only part I remember is when leonard is whacking off his boyfreind and just at the climatic moment drives off the highway and through a billboard and of course the whole thing was planned and orchastrated and plotted too to highten the effect prolong the instant deepen the quiver that is known to occupy the thoughts of younger men such as myself not until.
You’ve read it.
Remember the Danish Vibrator, that’s learned to feed itself?
Go find yourself one of those.
nope don’t remember that part but it doesn’t make much sense to me as I always thought of hairy crack as the hungry one but anyway be that as it may what with one thing and another stress stress stress schwa these little windies only last so long and you know one is winding down when all you got is.
two pages already.
Here’s what to do if you are a bored old fart. 
http://video.google.ca/videoplay?docid=-3412452712894373669&q=genre%3Acomedy
druggy idiot was brilliant of course my own self can’t turn off the spanish scat man and man I’m glad cuz the more I listen the more I love it it’s the rhythm isn’t it, too windy, one comma, no two.