Thursday, August 09, 2007

Half his life, a hand me down
Wasted away
He fills it up
With the thoughts
Of the girl



Please, listen to that^^

How he makes his getaway.

Dude.

Speaking of Dude...

Is "boss" the new "dude?"

I was called "boss" no less than 6 times last weekend in Chicago.

(Smart.

Or young.

Would you rather be smart or young?

Hmmmmm.)

Did you listen to that YouTube video up there?

If you didn't, you should.

By the way, I haven't forgotten about that funny story that I discussed and CANNOT post.

I just don't really know if I want to put it in writing.

Old habits die hard.

I used to practice law,

Technically, I still maintain my license.

But I couldn't imagine any circumstance that would precipitate a return to active practice.

(((Hey. Those of you who read this and have blogs of your own {{{{and there are a few}}}}, update your blog.

I'm talking to you, Quagmire.

And the rest of you slack-ass sons of bitches.

Blain?

What, you start 3 or 4 blogs and never write a thing. You just call me and bitch when I don't write. Well, I'm letting your calls go to voicemail.

I'm not goiing to call anyone else out, but what the hell?

A little help here.

Christ, I might have to buckle down.

Or maybe order the online classes for 6 steps to financial freedom.

And abs.

Sometimes a thousand words are better than the picture.

Fuckin' A.

I like your style. Dude.






Dude.



Have a nice Friday, you ungrateful, voyeuristic, magnificent bastards.

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8 Comments:

Blogger Motor City Monk said...

Sorry - never could get into PearlJam or that lead singer's voice. He's just bad. Say what you will, big guy...I mean boss, er...dude.

6:30 AM  
Blogger shy_smiley said...

Maybe 16 years ago I saw Pearl Jam, Red Hot Chili Peppers, and Smashing Pumpkins together at some tiny college auditorium in the Midwest. Never did get into Smashing Pumpkins (maybe because Billy had such a bad rep amongst members of the central Illinois music scene), saw RHCP last August at some fucking huge stadium in Phoenix, never saw Pearl Jam again though I dreamt last night that Eddie Vedder was on some godawful reality show.

That's my two cents.

6:46 AM  
Blogger P. said...

Sorry, Dude, I couldn't call you boss even when you were one, technically.

I need me some red maracas.

7:01 AM  
Blogger Joe said...

Motor City Monk---

Well, that's just, like, your opinion... man.

There is no accounting for taste.

Shy smiley---

I find Billy Corgan to be a bit too whiney for my tastes, although Siamese Dream did contain a few choice tunes.

Despite Mr. Monk's definitive opinions on the subject, you should get yourself to a PJ show. They are on top of their game these days, and they really throw down in a live setting.


P.---

Now you don't have to call anyone boss.

Happy Birthday.

7:39 AM  
Blogger BUZZ said...

I can get into some of everything and they all rock in occasion.
BTW, my blog is up to date, depressing, but up to date!

7:55 AM  
Blogger sAssY brOwn said...

I love me some Eddie.

2:25 PM  
Blogger b-lain said...

sorry dude.

didn't know you were so sensitive.

And I hesitate to post evidence of my feelings and inner thoughts online, as I continue to grasp the concept that I too have emotions and must attempt to embrace compassion for the rest of the world that does not benefit the cause of the dude on parkhill drive.

After all, as Peter Gibbons so pointedly noted, "It's all about me and my dream of nothing."

And you my friend are like the neighbor next door, "Fuckin aye, dude. Fuckin aye...."

But for your benefit I will sit with my beautiful princess on the avenue of MT tonight and contemplate what it is that I might selflessly contribute to the minds and passing moments of others who are attempting to "look busy" while they are at work.

I will let you know. After all, today is the 10th already....

3:31 PM  
Blogger hotlipz said...

Young

2:41 PM  

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