"...and trombones and flowers and garlands of fresh... herbs! And we will dance...till the sun rises! And then our children will form a family band! And we will tour the countryside and you won't be invited!"
"Why don't you go back to your home on Whore Island!"
Sorry, I had to let that out.
Just wanted to wish you all a happy, healthy and prosperous New Year. See you all in 2006!
Car! Car! Car! Car! I got a new car! I can say very little else at this point! Car!
Pictures to follow. At some point.
And really, can you blame her? There's nothing wrong with showing our men and women in the Armed Forces your support without sharing bodily fluids! (Am I really even typing this?)
I just re-watched Tuesday night's episode of Last Call with Carson Daly. Why, you ask? Well, because it was a reunion between Love and Carson, which I knew would be Awkward City; but upon the first viewing, it seemed as though Carson was acting particularly snarky and bitter. So, in the spirit of the Holiday Season (insert "Rocker Quotes" here), I decided I would give it another view to see if I wasn't just reading too much into things, as I am certainly, as you know, very pro-J. Love.
Nope. Carson is still a massive tool. The lifelong boycott (temporarily lifted for this trainwreck of an interview) continues. Ask me about it sometime, but be prepared to hear at least a six minute tirade.
I'm going to go watch that Tebow special from The Deuce whilst playing "Rock the Roll" in the background to get rid of this horrible experience.
Don't you worry, though, Love. I'm sure that the Boys have got your back.
"You guys believe that crap he tried to pull? Let's go kick his ass! Remember, he's the one who looks like Brock Berlin, but more retarded."
"You know what? You're right. Carson can suck a fat one. I'm so glad I dumped him before a national radio audience!"
Man, I'm losing it. The Deuce, with soundtrack by J.Love, shall now commence. Oh, how I love technology!
So, you know, today is Jaz's and Grantasm's birthday!
Taken during last year's birthday week vacay (my birthday, both of our vacays). Quite possibly the closest either of us will ever get to La Garner La Affleck La Garfleck.
I can only imagine the cacophony of gastric explosions happening at this very moment (Stace, I am oh-so-sorry for your plight. Thankfully, I don't think any Western Whoppers should be involved).
Jaz will be spending the birthday weekend bowling her ass off and avoiding incarceration; a daunting task, to be sure. Since she is not satisfied with the pic that I planned on posting here, I will simply post a picture of what she wants in her someday studio apartment, a la Flashdance:
It was this, or welding gear. Somehow, this seemed... simpler?
Anyway, best birthday wishes to you both! Expect presents in the mail soon! Or not!
Happy Birthday to Randal, who celebrates the anniversary of his springing off from his parents today... Undoubtedly, he will spend it celebrating with the cats, the Winstonian, and his incredibly hot wife!
Randal is one for the book-learnin', so long as it's a really short book. And, I think those are some random stranger's glasses. What can I say? The kid's not always right.
By the way, did I mention that Randy's wife was hot?
Just checkin'.
