It’s Friday, and what does that mean? That’s right it’s Stream of Consciousness Friiiiiiday!! Yaga Boo Yaga Boo Yaga Yaga Boo….I had two eggs easy over this morning, and boy were they Dee-Lish. The bacon was frozen, but it will thaw by this evening. Maybe tonight I will have fried SPAM wrapped in bacon, and smothered in a sauce of melted Velveeta and mushrooms…Yum-Oh.
Great Googly Moogly, poor Corky the Cat yacked all over the place last night, leaving a wet, steamy, gooey mass of congealed fur on the living room floor. She hadn’t done that since she ate a bad sardine.
The mere sight of President Bush makes my head recoil into a series of uncontrollable left and right tics. The sight of Darth Cheney makes me want to slit my wrists. Of course the sight of myself makes me want to have breast implants, so I can sit at home all day and fondle them. I like scalloped corn.
Rev. Ted Haggard has resigned as head of the 30 million strong National Association of Evangelicals. He is also vehemently opposed to same sex marriage. Well doing God’s work was not enough for Reverand Ted. He allegedly has been doing meth and having sex with a male prostitute. I love it when someone gets outted. No, not because they’re gay…hell I don’t care if someone has sex with a Martian…I love it when some slimy, pretentious creep gets outted for being a lying hypocrite. Hmmmmm sex with a Martian, I may look into that.
Jimmy crack corn and I don’t care. Why should I anyway? I could really go for a bottle of Orange Crush right now. Son of a bitch, I just got a cramp in the bottom of my foot. Damn those hurt. The new visitor tracker on my sidebar reminded me of an unfulfilled goal of mine. I want to have sex with a woman from each of the world’s time zone.
Why do people often refuse to tell you who they voted for? Are they ashamed of their choices? I say yes. I woke up with a bad case of shingles this morning; at least I hope that’s all it is. Rikki Tikki Tavi, and away we go!!!
A double bonus for today, Hair Care Joe AND Sen. Rick Santorum….
And Now, “In the Know with Hair Care Joe”
Greetings Hair Care Joe:
I am a single mother of two girls, ages 6 and 9. I work two jobs and can barely make ends meet. With so many ads on TV promoting candidates, I have become confused. I need some of your wisdom and guidance. Considering my situation, should I vote for the Democrats or the Republicans?
Sincerely,
Rosemary Pepper
Athens, Ohio
P.S. You have great locks!!
Dear Rosemary,
You sound cute and I would like to meet your bare end. With regards to your vote, remember that the man has put you down time and time again. As my hero Nipsey Russell once said, "You didn't land on Plymouth Rock, Plymouth Rock landed on you!!" Fight the power!!
PS Your name is a seasoning and do you like Maurice Chevalier's song "Thank Heaven for Little Girls..."?
Hair Care Joe is Director of the "Mel Gibson Center for Non-Violent Social Change", and sits on the Board of Directors of the "Joe McCarthy Foundation for Responsible Politics."
And Now Our Moment of Campaign Catastrophe…
“As the hobbits are going up Mount Doom, the Eye of Mordor is being drawn somewhere else.... It's being drawn to Iraq and it's not being drawn to the U.S. You know what? I want to keep it on Iraq. I don't want the Eye to come back here to the United States.”
--Sen. Rick Santorum (Ed. Note: That has bad acid written all over it.)
Have a great weekend, spend it in a new sexual position. Cheers…
28 comments:
My Friday Haiku for you!
Matt, what can I say?
I think I know the girl on
the right in the pic.
I think you've taken disgusting foods to a new low in this one.
Jimmy Crack Corn and Joe Hair Care, my Friday streams into being along with my sudden urge for scalloped corn. And the sidebar background color reminds me of the California Raisins. Shingle dingle pringles -- you can't pop just one pustule of Faith. Evangelical my ass. Or actually the hustler's ass, I would assume. But to assume makes an ass out of pontificating preachers and Republinazis Of Doom, who can never answer a direct question. When I hear Bush speak on the radio my bowels clench and I want to scream "There is an A at the front of A-merica you big eared butt licking chimpanzee from hell! It's America not 'Merica!!"
Gods, why did I give up drinking on a regular basis?
This has been your Michigander rant from Mo Mo the Streaming Steaming Ho Mo.
Red in the morning
Sailors take warning
Red at night
Sailors delight
Thoughts from a float in a sea of love
Aisby, you had me at Haiku...The chick on the right, eh? She does have nice satellites!!
Bee yoo tee ful rant Mo. And I agree with all of it, oh look a penny.
Joe...excellent answer today. Your wisdom is undeniable.
Finally streaming Friday! My cat yacked last night too. Coincidence? I think not. BTW, I am kind of freaked out by the little thing on the right that gives a Limey alert every time I click onto the blog. Cheers.
Maybe our cats are in telepathic connection with each other. Dont be freaked out by the counter it keeps a head count of those who seek world peace through WIR and Loosemeat.
Cheers to you...enjoy a martini for me adav.
Hey I read today that 2/3rds of British youth are too fat to serve in the military so you may indeed be onto something with the world peace through WIR and Loosemeat. Martini time is closer than you think.
"Maybe tonight I will have fried SPAM wrapped in bacon, and smothered in a sauce of melted Velveeta and mushrooms…Yum-Oh."
Holy hell...
This will be your last blog because you are gonna go belly up after eating that shit. ;)
Steve~
Adav, so you're saying that the British Empire is expanding? Dry and Dirty Martini...Oh the joy!!
Okay, Steve, okay...I'll skip the Velveeta and substitute it with a schtickle of herb butter.
I promise you - I have never eaten Spam and never will - ew! Yuk! Gross!
New sexual position? Sure. How about on my own with legs closed.
Gah!
I sense some frustration within you, Wendz...However, if being alone with your legs closed is new for you, you have my great respect as well as envy!!
Does riding a bicycle stimulate the Matt-Man?
Curious minds want to know
Haircare digs a good bike ride..
I hate squirrels..the Daniel Boone look should make a come back
Hey Wendz,
Know anyone in Avignon?
Um Joe...y'know...good god nevermind.
Spam wrapped in bacon covered in Velveeta sauce? Jesus... It's not the arteries you want hardened, Matt-Man! :)
That Santorum quote is perhaps the greatest ever. I really think you should stop there. LOL
Ah...Excellent Point, Allie. And as far as Santorum, after he loses I should hire him to write for Bagwine Ruminations...He's hilarious.
Dear Haircare - no..sadly not...why Avignon in particular?
Matt-man - well no - this celibacy thing has been experienced before, just not for a while. Yes you sensed right..but give me a few more months (HELP!) and I'll adjust.
Ha...Whatever I can do to help mon cher ami, just let me know.
Wendz,
I want to visit the local wine region and spread the Haircare love
Note to Self: Install Stupid Filter On Blog in Order to Curb Haircare's Inane Postings...
daaaa nobody wants to play with me
I look forward to Fridays for just this reason.
"Self," I will say as I wake up that morning, " I wonder if Matt-man can possibly crank out yet another stream-of-consciousness post that makes absolutely no sense whatsoever."
The skeptic in me sometimes replies "Nah... surely he's BOUND to make sense eventually. Maybe today is the day he will effectively explain quantum physics or light diffusion or the pythagorean theorem."
But then I get up and check the computer, and lo and behold, you have produced another masterpiece of random verbal chaos.
God bless you, Matt-man.
If you're still alive next week (after the bacon/velveeta/mushroom/spam incident, I look forward to next Friday's randomness as well.
HA...Thanks Janna, Random is good...Allie pointed out above what my priority should be, so I will be passing on the SPAM concoction. Have a great weekend...Cheers
And you called me bat shit crazy???? Ha!
If I were drinking a beer now, I'd be spitting it out from laughing at this post. I LOVE Stream of Consciousness Friday! Why the hell would you want to fondle your own breast implants? And if you want sex with someone in this time zone, I volunteer my ex-boss. She really needs some nookie.
Little blue kittens wear wet green mittens and are crunchy and taste good with Katsup..I'll take mine less the gacking.. and hold my hands up high for the Pacific Time Zone girls!
Ooooo Cheesy, we could have a wine and cheese party. Ha thanks, Lizza, would love to help out your boss. Odat, I called you that with only love in my heart.
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