if you meet the buddha on the road, offer him an ice cream cone or a good deal on retreads--obscure origin

i dont eat children. really i don't.


okay just one.


buddha's hydrogenated cow threw me. it wasn't even eight seconds.


are we gonna throw down?


but i like you. even with geekin aggression, viruses, process satire,
Let's Rumble...and all the rest...


i learned to blog by fucking.


oh i hear you in the peanut gallery.





we're not gonna pity anyone without a trial first.



i won't even tell you what happened to Kelly Brighten.



she was a pro doing it backwards.



now people even step around her cat. seventeen feet.



milk it harder. milk it sideways.




let me hear that blog screamin'.




that's better.




who mops the floors anyway? union?



i can't believe it's not barter.





try being irish in 1848.




Kelly Brighten was a whore.



everybody around here knows that.



who's Kelly Brighten?



Some whore.



Oh. Kay.