About me:
Stranger in a strange land ....... People are strange when you're a stranger ........ Strange Brew! My life is one song after another. I knew that last shroom would do it.
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Who I'd like to meet: Weirdos & Wankers ........ Preverts .. Proverts .. Perverts
"What can be said in New Year rhymes, That's not been said a thousand times? The new years come, the old years go, We know we dream, we dream we know. We rise up laughing with the light, We lie down weeping with the night. We hug the world until it stings, We curse it then and sigh for wings. We live, we love, we woo, we wed, We wreathe our prides, we sheet our dead. We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear, And that's the burden of a year.” ---- Ella Wheeler Wilcox
HAPPY MAY DAY!!! For decades, the first of May was celebrated as "International Workers Day" in the former Soviet Union (it was the Russian version of "Labor Day")
"And I got to thinking while she was talking That I know she told the story Of those special places that she goes When she rides with the others in the subway singin'... Don't turn around, uh-oh Der Kommissar's in town, uh-oh You're in his eye And you'll know why The more you live The faster you will die." ----AFTER THE FIRE "Der Kommissar"
Everytime we have a wet spring, the basement floods. Everytime we have a flooded basement there is more damage to fix. This year we have to replace the hotwater tank, the furnace filters and couplings, part of the staircase and clean up the half-eaten remains of those guys who went down there to give me an estimate on the repair work.
TIM'S FAMILY'S IRISH BLESSING May the toilet rise up to meet you. May the wind blow dirt in the face of your pursuers. May the rains wash away your in-laws. And until we meet again May God hold you in the hollow of us hand Instead of using you as his personal ashtray for a change.
Normally,I don't mind the neighborhood kids. Most of them are no more annoying than the adults in my neighborhood and some of them have even given me tips on playing video games (I can NOW make it all the way to level 8 without being killed by that frog-thing with the flame-thrower.) But I really don't like that little Vader girl who moved in a few months ago. She tramples my garden, uses my back porch as a skateboard ramp and encourages the other children to hunt down and murder Jedi Knights. If you ask me, that kid has some serious mental health issues. And her Dad just lets her run wild and do as she pleases! I was going to talk with him last week, but when he came to the door, he sounded like he had the flu and could barely breathe, so I didn't want to start a big deal with him. But the next time I catch his kid in my front yard, choking squirrels with the power of her mind, we're going to have a problem.
