OutOfTheBlue ----- All Around the Mulberry Bush.....Again
As I was digesting tonight's sludgefest that is commonly referred to as 'the news' around these parts, I had a thought I felt I must share. In my opinion, I think the worst job/moment/recollection/most-hideous-home-video moment in one's life must be:
The moment when you are publicly named as Ralph Nader's Official Running Mate.
I mean, c'mon- You have to enter life from that moment on with a GREAT sense of humor, otherwise the world will crush you like a bug on the windshield of existence.
Does anyone blessed with this position actually believe that they'll be vice president? Someday? ANY day?? One must stop to wonder that if the person named actually thinks he has any chance to be vice president (again, Someday? ANY day??), then he must immediately be deemed, by a court, of course, Mentally Incompetent To Survive, have M.I.T.S. tattooed in a bold, Georgia font (huh...how appropriate) on their forehead (Pica size to be determined by each individuals receding hairline status at time of ...um....retirement....(Hi Ronnie!! Is it hot down there?? Get out of my yard, you damn kid!!?? Get out of MY yard, you old rotten, whooooo.....(ten deep breaths)...focus....focus.....))), and turned into the streets to live with the other tired, huddled masses yearning to be free in this land that is my land, land that is your land, from California to the ...well, you get the point.
Anyway...I sure hope he kept his day job.
Shit....he probably knows a Kennedy or two.......why bother?
Get that tattoo needle ready....and while you're at it, make it two....
Jesus saves!! All others take 3d8 damage and are stunned for three rounds.
OutOfTheBlue@urbanstar.com
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If you send, I may/can/possibly use in a public format, electronically or otherwise, blah blah, blah....names will be kept confidential to protect the innocent- but the stupid are fair game. You have been <<*WARNED!*>>
The moment when you are publicly named as Ralph Nader's Official Running Mate.
I mean, c'mon- You have to enter life from that moment on with a GREAT sense of humor, otherwise the world will crush you like a bug on the windshield of existence.
Does anyone blessed with this position actually believe that they'll be vice president? Someday? ANY day?? One must stop to wonder that if the person named actually thinks he has any chance to be vice president (again, Someday? ANY day??), then he must immediately be deemed, by a court, of course, Mentally Incompetent To Survive, have M.I.T.S. tattooed in a bold, Georgia font (huh...how appropriate) on their forehead (Pica size to be determined by each individuals receding hairline status at time of ...um....retirement....(Hi Ronnie!! Is it hot down there?? Get out of my yard, you damn kid!!?? Get out of MY yard, you old rotten, whooooo.....(ten deep breaths)...focus....focus.....))), and turned into the streets to live with the other tired, huddled masses yearning to be free in this land that is my land, land that is your land, from California to the ...well, you get the point.
Anyway...I sure hope he kept his day job.
Shit....he probably knows a Kennedy or two.......why bother?
Get that tattoo needle ready....and while you're at it, make it two....
Jesus saves!! All others take 3d8 damage and are stunned for three rounds.
OutOfTheBlue@urbanstar.com
<<*WARNING!*>>
If you send, I may/can/possibly use in a public format, electronically or otherwise, blah blah, blah....names will be kept confidential to protect the innocent- but the stupid are fair game. You have been <<*WARNED!*>>
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