Friday 30 January 2009
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Hornivore On The Run
- Old Knudsen
- I'm a witty fucker, a base and vile brabbler; chronically dissatisfied person who rebels against the established system,a gob in the eye of convention.I hung on a wind-rocked tree nine whole nights. A man of action is his own Sun. Correct punctuation and sentence structure is for the weak. My mother was an Ulster bare-knuckle fighter and my father a Scottish Viking. I was born in a coracle in the middle of the Irish Sea, delivered by the sea God Manannan. I am the only Timelord with his own teeth. I'm a Chestnut Tree and proud of it. Winner of the Darwin award 1932, runner-up 1954.Time magazine Person of the Year 2006. I'm a double dipper.A hater. A spoiler. A Blogger without a hat is to be mocked. I'm the playboy of the western world.I'm a sexual compulsive and a dangerous intellect. Banned in Halifax. My heart is black but my body is blue.I discovered Blogjinx©. I've been fisting Lemurs Since 500 A.D.
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8 comments:
LOLslam.... rofl.... nice
AND kan watch "homes under the Hamas" on teevee K thnxbai!
What am I expected to wear to a Fatwa Friday?
NOTHING mj not one thing...
Maybe something greenish for the ladies, men in camouflage and / or black with these nice thingies over head and face which name I do not know.
It's hard not to be a little jealous of a culture that treasures childhood and smothers the kids with an avalanche of hugs and kisses and warm puppies. A time in life when living in a fantasy world filled with mischief and mirth is the only thing that matters.
Doggonit anyway, I love the way they shelter the kids from the real world..it's gonna catch up to these little darlings soon enough..
right now it's time to chase your giggling friends through the fields frought with wild flowers and chase pretty butterflies as they flit to and fro under a blue sky filled with big, puffy, marshmallowy clouds.
Not a care in the world.
How grand it is to value your toddlers so much that you toss out any notion of self loathing, dogmatism, and xenophobia, and wrap them up in a big, cozy, blankey of self esteem and selfless altruism.
*sigh
It's best summed up in French: sale bedouin.
dammit, I can't read Fatawian. What's that kid saying?
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