Sunday, July 23, 2006

Just as I get my shit together...

I was considering calling this 'Holy Smokes it's almost August', but defered as it seemed a bit too cheesy.

Things are going well enough for me personally, sure there are a few things that could improve, but nothing to complain about. Not like before. But, I've got to say I don't really feel comfortable with them crapping on about World War III on TV. Couldn't they have come up with a better name like, oh I don't know, the Apocalypse War, or something?

Crushed the Sovs with a counter-attack.
Drokk it!

I am so far down the Draft List that I'm not too worried that Uncle Sam is going to try and pick up the dude on waivers. I think I might go 15238th in the 708th round. I wonder if I can complain about my treatment as a dual citizen. I will have to call up Peter Mansbridge and complain that there was no mint on my pillow on my landing craft.

I wonder if S.O.D., the forerunner of the band Anthrax (I know one of you knew this already, for the rest of you, yes, it will be on the test) will be charged with hate-crimes in Ontario. Take these words to live by:

Fuck the Middle East - a poem by Sargent D (he's coming, on your on his list)*

Fuck the middle east

There's too many problems

They just get in the way

We sure could live without them

They hijack our planes

They raise our oil prices

We'll kill them all and have a ball

And end their fuckin' crisis

BEIRUT, LEBANON-Won't exist once we're done

LIBYA, IRAN-We'll flush the bastards down the can

SYRIANS and SHIITES-Crush their faces with our might

Then Israel and Egypt can live in peace without these dicks

* He'll kill your sister, and mail back the tits.