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...which is to say, "And what if I can't think of a title? What then? Huh?"

Saturday, August 12, 2006

What the hell?! (in limerick)

Outside of my bedroom and alls,
These people are hamm'ring the walls
I could tell them to stop,
Or I could just drop
My air condish right on their balls.

It's not like I'm helping my case;
My computer's right next to the place
But could I just slay
Them with pepper spray
Or take to their eyes with mace?

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

Won't you join me?

Come on. Sign up! You know you want to!

If you have no idea what I'm talking about, see post below.

(I just ended five clauses with prepositions and have no intention of fixing them. Damn me.)

Saturday, August 05, 2006

Seems I've won a contest.

The "crazee" contest. And now I'm supposed to host this "crazee" contest. So. Here's the deal.

You sign up for the "crazee" contest. Deadline for sign-ups is August 9th, at noon-oh-five eastern time.

Then I give you your "crazee" sentence and your "crazee" item. You must write a "crazee" short story or a "crazee" song that uses the sentence and somehow involves the item. Stories and songs are due a week later, August 16, at 2359 eastern time.

Sign up sign up sign up! You have days!

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So I did. The contest was created by Money Miss Money Miss Money Miss Money Miss MONEY MISS!!!

Friday, August 04, 2006

"King of the Road" by Roger Miller

Trailer for sale or rent
Rooms to let...fifty cents.
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but..two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road.

Third boxcar, midnight train
Destination...Bangor, Maine.
Old worn out clothes and shoes,
I don't pay no union dues,
I smoke old stogies I have found
Short, but not too big around
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road.

I know every engineer on every train
All of their children, and all of their names
And every handout in every town
And every lock that ain't locked
When no one's around.

I sing,
Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road.