Saturday, May 26, 2007

And Bingo was his name-o

Good grief she talks fast on the Assembly Floor! I think you have to train for a marathon to do that job. I don't think she ever takes a breath! Maybe she doesn't breath oxygen. Maybe she breathes nitrogen and chews on that nitrogen gum like the aliens in Mars Attacks. Only Jack Nicholson could do such a horrible movie and still have credibility. I mean, really, Jim Brown was in it wearing a gladiator costume. Tom Jones was in it . . . singing and dancing . . . as part of the actual plot of the movie. An alien actually imitated Tom Jones, and Jack Nicholson was in that movie, and got more work afterwards. Amazing.

I think I took a beating yesterday in the progress of things that mattered. AB 63 is having a hard time on the other side . . . it's choking . . . someone please give AB 63 some oxygen and not that nitrogen gum. AB 63 cannot survive on that nitrogen gum.

I REALLY need to move. Even though mom is officially out as of this weekend, and I'm OH SO looking forward to having my house back, I cannot stand my neighbors. That whole shared entry way thing is nonsense. I live in between Fred Sanford and Dusty Dusthole. Balls.

And that's all I have to say about that.

jmf

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