…is terrible. especially when you’re feeling like this because of a blog. i go to work everyday, grow a sick garden and fish like Bill fucking Dance mixed with Roland goddam Martin, yet still i find myself in the dishonorable position of this blog’s weakest link… damn, it’s sad. before you comment, realize that i’m dead serious.
roughty is right. my rolecalls are just little opportunities for me to interact with this ever-growing bloghole. i wish i could do more… just the same, instead of commenting on all these dif. posts, i’m going to assert some wide ranging, general comments to everything that i’ve seen going on in the past couple weeks.
first, it’s important for me to shout out large and loud to senor twitchles. good work, sir. if you can put up with stoney’s bullshit on a reg. basis, my hat is off to you. punch him in the face behind the dumpster for roughty, and then laugh your ass off for me. twitch, your insights on the posts by dankkkknugs and roughty are very very refreshing, though i must still side with roughty on the savage-content of shoes. keep up the solid contribs, dude. maybe one day you’ll get “promoted” to full-editor. then you can be as much of a fucking waste of space loser as the rest of us. (i got my fingers crossed for you, holmes.)
dankkkkkkkkk, you’re doing it dude. got your junk wet one day, and now you’re back in the land of the living. talking about the old days, writing poems and smoking fattttttties no doubt. my hat is off to you, and it’ll stay off until the next time i hear “That Smell” by Lynyrd Skynyrd.
by the way, can you smell that smell? “I don’t know, dude. what smell?!!?” man, you got so pissed at me that time, and i was just trying to be funny. oh well, we’re past that. at least we were until now, right? right?? come-ooonnn! by the way, redsox suck. big papi’s about to have a coronary, and then the team will fold and move to new mexico.
stoney, you ripped my haikus and caused me to have to respond on you with scalding profundity. i’m sure you’re still crying yourself to sleep about that. the good news is that i haven’t gotten any threatning comments lately like, “if you don’t like what i’m talking about, why don’t you get your own blog?! they’re free.” i gotta admit, those comments hurt my feelings… anyway, you’re the one keeping this festival of idiots alive, and i give you a 20 gun salute for it. it takes a lot of effort to keep a bunch of ne’er-do-wells like us organized in any project, and you should be proud of yourself for it (and i’m sure you are!:)) what’s missing is the timely political commentary. what’s up? you didn’t pay your cable bill and lost msnbc? oh well, with the elections coming closer every day, i imagine it’s just a matter of time.
next, i was ssoooooooo surprised when you characterized yourself as our group’s john…. can you detect my digital sarcasm? you’re john alright — complete with all the plusses and the minuses… (HELP! I need somebody…)
all of this…
and all of this…
if i am george, i can be proud of that. george was the w.p.wensk of the band anyways — realistic and somewhat cynical.
roughty, as usual, you’re the funniest one on this blog. i can always count on you to crack my ass up everytime i log on here. i liked stoney’s reference to your trumpeteering and wish i could relive those days (with the volume turned down slightly). however, i don’t think you’re the paul. just the same, the trumpet connection is a hard one to top. however, roughty, your commentary on the strokes is worth revisiting when your musical taste grows up a little bit…
roughty, we are the VA connection on this blog, and it’s time we formed some solidarity. you need to give up on your shitty giants and start being a real football fan — a skins fan. ps — the mets suck. they’re going down the toilet as we speak.
finally, i gotta say, you guys are all running a great (if not heavily trafficked) blog, and i hope to contribute with a higher frequency in the future. the braves are coming on strong, and you all better wait and see how they’ll dominate each of your respective “teams” — if they can so be called — once fall comes along.
last thing, i want to show you all some pics from last weekend’s fishing expedition. not too many fish, but a couple interesting pics.
a copperhead swimming the river. (i saw about 20 of these sonsabitches)
i did catch a few trout.
look close and see a snapping turtle underneath that rock.
who the hell is that guy? oh well, at least he’s wearing a braves cap.
a final thought and maybe a shortie roll call just for shits and giggles —
i got no thoughts of my own, so i’ll leave you with a thought i stole from stoney’s counterpart. take this to heart for real, guys. he’s not regarded as a genius for nothing, i guess.
People say I’m lazy dreaming my life away,
Well they give me all kinds of advice designed to enlighten me,
When I tell that I’m doing Fine watching shadows on the wall,
Don’t you miss the big time boy you’re no longer on the ball?I’m just sitting here watching the wheels go round and round,
I really love to watch them roll,
No longer riding on the merry-go-round,
I just had to let it go,
most savage beatle: george h.
fuckin right bitches.