Married To The Sea archives (by month):
2009: jan . : . feb . : . mar . : . apr . : . may . : . jun . : . jul
2008: jan . : . feb . : . mar . : . apr . : . may . : . jun . : . jul . : . aug . : . sep . : . oct . : . nov . : . dec
2007: jan . : . feb . : . mar . : . apr . : . may . : . jun . : . jul . : . aug . : . sep . : . oct . : . nov . : . dec
2006: feb . : . mar . : . apr . : . may . : . jun . : . jul . : . aug . : . sep . : . oct . : . nov . : . dec
2009: jan . : . feb . : . mar . : . apr . : . may . : . jun . : . jul
2008: jan . : . feb . : . mar . : . apr . : . may . : . jun . : . jul . : . aug . : . sep . : . oct . : . nov . : . dec
2007: jan . : . feb . : . mar . : . apr . : . may . : . jun . : . jul . : . aug . : . sep . : . oct . : . nov . : . dec
2006: feb . : . mar . : . apr . : . may . : . jun . : . jul . : . aug . : . sep . : . oct . : . nov . : . dec
You come into a clearing. You see a circus tent. GO WEST You don't want to go into the tent? NO No what? FUCK YOU You enter the circus tent.
No eye contact. Will not reciprocate.
Butcher! Have you seen my other drum? It was this tall. It looked like my little drum, except...this tall.
Gosh, you Guys. I am pretty tired of Grover Cleveland. He is not a good President. Agree with Me? Send Post to Agnes Lowell, Lowell Farm, IOWA. Thanks for checking out my Munson Log!!
BRB GOING TO WENDY'S TO BE IN YOUR MEAL
Well, next time they ask me whether I want the mystery shower or the bath, I'm picking the bath.
You bum! Put on a shirt and find a job. I ain't giving you my change, guy. Maybe you shouldn't have smoked so much frankincense during the Peloponnesian War.
Hey! You. Chick with the two flutes. Do you want to be in our band? I beatbox, and my bud Stan plays the circuit-bent electro-harp.
Glub glub. Glub. Glub. Nope, nothing good down here, just some weird fish and crappy trees. Glub. Start the reactor.
MUSEUM OF SHITTY ANIMALS Here we are. The Museum of Shitty Animals. You kids have a blast. I'll be back in nine hours.
Do you see that, Stevens? Wild gymnasts. They only come out after a war.
Harold. Harold! Will you grab my chalice. It's on the sink. It's the one that says...look, it's the only one sitting on the sink.
When you laugh, angels cry -- don't laugh, please.
Summer-Cake Ingredients: 5 heads lettuce 1 rabbit, small 2 loaves bread, stale 1 dash salt Combine via wife in Cake-U-Lator and place the Cake-U-Funnel into a pre-heated ofen. Bake until dough turns black and begins to smoke.
Ah, crap. I must have made that water-shooting tooth shark last night, after I created the flask. Probably before I created throw-up too.
Let there be pirates! Icebergs! Tons of shitty seagulls! YEAH! FUCK ALL THIS SHIT THAT IS SO FAR FROM THE EQUATOR!!!
Now, y'all know I ain't usually into them hippie chicks, but once I got a look at Albertine stacking them hogs.... Hoooooo, boy.
Wish I had some water
Breakin Into The Band Room
Jesus, Ruby, do you put any salt on your chicken when you cook it? What's... You don't know what salt is? It's... Ruby, this right here, this is salt. No, my right hand. Hello, up here, this is the salt.
Hey dude your calf fell in the fire better get it Ah crap. I'll...just...reach...in...Aaaaah! Damn. It's totally on fire, dude. I don't think I can get it.
That boat won't be sailing around all fancy-like... not after I anchor it!
Sigh...Nobody ever said that naked coffin modeling was easy, but I really do wish that I didn't have to use a bed pan while I am here. I suppose that all of the free peaches make up for it, though.
Helloooo, welcome to boat!
Theodore! Take the elctrodes off his genitals! I just found his passport and it turns out he's not an Iraqi civilian after all.
Mom. Mom!!! Aaaaaah, mom, aaaaahhhh, look, I'm a rug. Aaaaaahhh, I'm a rug! Look! Aaaaaaah.
And, now, ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together for the tambourine virtuoso...Ass Bunny!
Oh! How I wish I were a lighthouse.
Oh, man. That incense really does smell like pussy.
WHAT WERE THEY THINKING?
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No, nothing much is up with me. I've just been hanging out, being beatific, you know.
Married To The Sea archives (by month):
2009: jan . : . feb . : . mar . : . apr . : . may . : . jun . : . jul
2008: jan . : . feb . : . mar . : . apr . : . may . : . jun . : . jul . : . aug . : . sep . : . oct . : . nov . : . dec
2007: jan . : . feb . : . mar . : . apr . : . may . : . jun . : . jul . : . aug . : . sep . : . oct . : . nov . : . dec
2006: feb . : . mar . : . apr . : . may . : . jun . : . jul . : . aug . : . sep . : . oct . : . nov . : . dec
2009: jan . : . feb . : . mar . : . apr . : . may . : . jun . : . jul
2008: jan . : . feb . : . mar . : . apr . : . may . : . jun . : . jul . : . aug . : . sep . : . oct . : . nov . : . dec
2007: jan . : . feb . : . mar . : . apr . : . may . : . jun . : . jul . : . aug . : . sep . : . oct . : . nov . : . dec
2006: feb . : . mar . : . apr . : . may . : . jun . : . jul . : . aug . : . sep . : . oct . : . nov . : . dec
