Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Sunday, January 28, 2007
Saturday, January 27, 2007
Friday, January 26, 2007
When I meet a girl I try to impress her by telling her I will only pay child support for kids born in-wedlock.
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
- Cherry-The gold standard of all stripper songs. Note I mean songs about strippers , not songs strippers like or would play. Most strippers have never heard of UFO.
Dance for me there’s only you /Play the barrooms just for pennies /Wish I wasn’t just passing through.
On the tabletops she’s dancing, sit and smile into your beer /Turn around no cherry for me, let me know you know I’m here
Tell me your secrets, tell me no one way lyin’ now/ I feel just like a rolling stone/ Into the highways of the night I roll alone
Seriously what guy hasn't sipped into his beer and hoped his stripper was really looking at HIM?
2. Highway Lady
You may hear this song in some of your "dive" bars. It made it as a selection on Harley Davidson's Best Road trip songs Album. The song is about a trucker who has sex with the titular character. He recognizes that she takes away his pain and wonders "How she feels?" about it all. The John with a soul archetype song.
You will nedd to skip ahead to 4 minutes in the song unless you want to hear "can you roll her?" a good song , but nothing to do with strippers or hookers.
3. Dance your life away!
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Friday, January 12, 2007
Thursday, January 11, 2007
I don't think todays post is any better than yesterday's was, but at least this time I have a real reason to contact you. I was doing my usual Google searches for Steve Nash's wife. I went to the same old site that inexplicably show up higher than mine.
Nothing's changed really. None of "those" sites keep in contact with you as much as I do. Unless they use the old mail system. But I am too worried about George Bush snooping on what should be our private correspondence. I know you are thinking that the Internet is not really private. But since nobody reads this site we might as well be talking in hushed tones in the girl's bathroom stall.
Like I said nothing has really changed until I noticed one of the comments that a blogger left about you. It really concerned me. The only thing that makes me feel better about this whole situation is that I am relocating back to Phoenix. So if this guy fucks with you or your family, just let me know. I can take care of things like that for you.
But here's what he said:
I see more and more people coming here to look for Steve Nash and family pictures... Glad you decided to stop by.
I'm doing my best to exhaust all my free Internet photo sources...pretty soon I'm going to have to go another route...
Another route? What the fuck? How far is this guy willing to go? All the way? Is that why his google page rank is higher than mine? Is this guy rumaging through your garbage. Are there high priced blackmail photos of you out there that I should know of? Because I would like to know some of them.
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
I know I promised a while back not to write letters to you any more. But I break my promises a lot. Ask my parole officer. If you see him tell him I said hi.
I figured since I was moving back to Phoenix I should send you a "letter of introduction" just like they used to back in the good old days.
I am not too sure how these things work anymore. I mean the FBI has already handed you a threat assesment about me. Your more likely to die in a car accident than ever meet me. Much less perform oral sex on me.
Thing you might want to know about the oral sex thing. It takes me forever to come that way. You could be down there for a while if that's the way we go at it.
Also my poop turns yellow the next day if I drink a lot of beer. I think that is a sign that my liver is ready to quit. I am not sure if you needed to know that I just wanted to tell you something personal and private about me. Since I know so much about you.
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
But Tempe has gained. World Control as relocated World Head Quarters from Palmetto, Florida.
Light posting if any while the transition is completed.