My Goddamn Hearing
I just heard a faggypants poofball say, "I'm a big Hemingway guy. I'm a HUUGE Hemingway guy. We were just in Spain, where he did SO much writing." God damn it. I blame Key West for this. And cute six-toed cats. The bell has tolled for me.
Oh, no. Now I've heard a guy say, "If you're friends with the world, then you're an enemy of god." Color me distraught. .
As I've told some people before, I have nearly perfect hearing (according to sources). That's the curse of my people. Granted, when an E.N.T. doc told me that I had perfect hearing (for my age), I thought he was bucking for a tip. But I do hear a lot of stuff. I hear too much stuff. Damn my ears, man!
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Fans of war correspondents, I bet. Particularly of the Spanish civil variety.
Fans of cans of whoop-ass, which I'm gonna open sharpish. Meanwhile, why the hell are you posting at 6.55am? Why the hell are you even looking at this crap blog at 6.55am?
I think they're posted on Pacific time. Blame that Pelosi lady.
I blame Taylor Hicks. That guy sucks. And thanks to his seizure-like "dancing" in those Ford ads, our first and greatest auto company will soon be owned by Toyota. Still, 8.55am C.T.? You'll go blind doing stuff like that. According to sources. Reliable sources. It's all hush-hush. But fact it. Trust me. Do it.
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