A Log Fit For Burning

Maybe only I think it’s funny when a man walks into traffic and his jacket says “grab life by the horns : dodge”

I left when I found out that the beer was fake

I’m totally an extra in a rob schnieder beer movie

I fucked my hand up today. I threw my whole 210 pound body on top of it and then twisted it. A bunch of skin came off of it and a large portion of the inside parts are still letting me know how unhappy they are about the incident. But fuck them. They’re the voters in Hawaii. Or Alaska. Or some other place that doesn’t matter. Because the injured lion is the one with the thorn in his paw, not his mane. I did not skid my brain today. In fact, it got stronger. I’m doing more speaking and less talking. I’m trying to speak to my dog in doglish. I’m going to try to speak to people in peoplelish.

During a Sarah Palin speech a person decides to cut through all the crap and get right down to the nut of this whole “we don’t know who Barak Obama is” thing. Palin hears it and is a little tripped up by it but keeps on keepin’ on. After all, it’s not much more offensive than some of the stuff she’s said from her podium.