Home On The Oven Range
22. Apr, 2004 
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– Nothing screams gay pride like fucking in a Central Park tree.
– I hate being lied to as a kid. I just found out today that the man who my home county (MoCo) and high school (Rocket Pride, Rocket Power!), are named after, never ever set foot there. What the f is that crap all about? They could have named it anything, like Biznitch County, Brisco County, Jr, or even the County of Monte Cristo. I also learned that the local towns were named after the families that inhabited them: Darnes(town), Pooles(ville), Clarkes(burg), and Gaithers(burg) aka Ghettosburg. Maryland is for Winners. Virginia is for Losers.
– The Thrills say goodbye to No Doubt and Blink 182 and say jello to the Lola Pa Loser line-up. Will the goodness ever end?
– Say goodbye to Indiana Jones 4… for now. Apparently George Pucas wasn’t too pleased with the latest script. Who made papa dorkus the authority in screenwriting? Did he read the script for Attack of the Drones before shooting began? Anakin: I don’t like sand. It’s coarse and rough and irritating and it gets everywhere. Not like here. Here everything is soft and smooth. Maybe he’d have better luck making Radioland Murders II: Remember WENN.
Spike and “I think of you” Knightley,
the next Romeo and Juliet?
– The blog-o-sphere just got a bit bigger. Peas welcome TWS‘ favorite red-headed stepchild Paint by Number Pony and the man who loathes links, but loves 3rd Bass, Dropping off a Blog in the Turlet…
– Finally, on the way to pick up a sack of Wendy’s fantabulos chicken strips today, me and the animated porn posse saw TV’s Doggie Howser, MD. He was wearing a leather coat and hopefully on his way to meet up with Wanda.
