Curse of the Fours..or "Why is there blood on my underwear?"

This was originally a post made in the bulletin section....and I share it with you here:

Four jobs I have had in my life:

1. Kinko's Graveyard Manager
2. a variety of Art Supply Stores
3. Graphic Design, freelance and different companies
4. Not a gravedigger....though believe me, I Have tried....which led to a series of arrests....I'm not proud of that

B) Four movies I would watch over and over:

1. Time Bandits....best movie ever, even though it's not.....fuck you!
2. Uh...wait a minute.....if I'm to watch a movie over and over, how am I to make it four?
3. Wait!! Am I to have 4 tv's to watch them on simultaneously or do I have to watch them in a theatre? How is this even possible?!
4. Damnit!! I haven't even listed number 2 yet and we're at number 4! I'm totally confused here.....aw FUCK IT!

C) Four places I have lived:

1. Louisville Kentucky
2. Brooklyn New York
3. Naperville Illinois
4. the State of Denial

D) Four TV shows I love to watch:

1. Oh No! No no no!! I'm still pissed about the 4 movies question!!
2. Damnit! Fine!! Carnival, Aqua Teen Hunger Force, almost anything on the History Channel and Battlestar Gallactica.
Suck on that 3 and 4!!
3.
4.

E) Four places I have been on vacation:

1. Hawaii
2. Alaska
3. Jamaica
4. Kansas City, MO.
(one of these things doesn't belong here...one of these thing just isn't the same....)

F) Four websites I visit often:

1. MySpace....but that's obvious, isn't it?
2. Craigslist....unless someone wants to just give me a lot of money for no apparent reason.......anyone?
3. My Gmail....otherwise people start to be all like, "Why didn't you write me back?" and I'm like "I don't even know who you are!" and they're like "I sent you an email with pics of women with cameltoe like weeks ago!" and then I'm all "Look!! I'm trying to answer these questions in this bulletin! Kindly Fuck Off!"
....and then I wonder how they even got in my place to begin with!
4. I've lost my train of thought...let's just pretend that I gave you four here and move on....

G) Four of my favorite foods:

1. Muffins!
2. Soups...I like it the soups!
3. Coffee....I have enough of it that it's become a food group for me!
4. Coffee....Look, I told you I have a lot of it.

H) Four places I would like to be right now:

1. Back in Brooklyn...but this time with a job
2. Back in Louisville...then I'd call myself up in Brooklyn and confuse myself!
3. Back in Brooklyn...but exactly 2 inches behind myself from number one....and when people try to ask me about it I'd answer with, "Leave me alone, I'm talking on the phone with me from Louisville!"
4. Right here....because none of this would be possible if I weren't here to answer this!

I) Four people I think will respond:

1. Hang on, I've got a call coming in.....Oh Crap! It's from me!!
2. I'd say Rachael, but she's who I'm doing this four......so I take that back
3. How can we be on number three? I haven't officially answered number two....Damnit! And I'm calling myself again! Why can't I accept that I'm not here?!
4. Wait! Still stuck on two.....Aw screw this!
*walks away shaking head*

the Art of Accidentally Setting One's Self on Fire...

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and Now, a Holiday Message from Stuckmen's Sausages...

It's difficult during this time of year to write about the holidays without offending at least everyone else and probably yourself in the process. The only thing this country can truly admit is that this time of year is special for all faiths that are recognized by others as incorrect and that things need to be purchased and given away. Food and drink need to be consumed in gatherings of those who would rather not be near others, and the poor and alone are made to think about what they've done to be poor and alone.

In these days of blind commercialism and religious lethargy, most forget what ultimately started it all: the birth of everyone's savior, Cab Calloway on the banks of the river Kwanza. Cab Calloway is probably best known for his Gospel of Minnie the Moocher (which was the original blueprint behind Scientology as well as the popular game of Chutes and Ladders) and for his role in what led to the Temple's rededication by the Jews in Jerusalem (which later was the inspiration behind the character of Chewbacca in the Star Wars movies).
Ultimately, Calloway would be betrayed by one of his closest followers, Vincent Van Gogh, who turned him in to the Romans, having blamed Calloway for the loss of his ear in the now infamous 'Salted Pork Incident'. His death now celebrated during Easter, where Van Gogh is represented as an egg-laying rabbit....probably due to the two perfect ears....take THAT Vincent!!

Sadly, Cab Calloway's life and achievements have been co-opted by an American born Jew named Jesus who later was responsible to the election of President Bush and the war on oil-owning Brown People, or as it became known later: Operation Fuck Calloway.

I for one refuse to give-in to these changes and hopes the world will join me today in celebrating this day properly by singing scat-carols around the Calloway Tree....except for Canada, which has no reason to celebrate anything, seeing as they're Canadian.

Happy Calloway Day to you all!!!

-zs-

An Angel for your Thoughts....I Want Change for That!

Ok....most of you have heard the saying used a lot around this time of year, "When you hear a bell, an angel got it's wings!" This is all too true, but it's not the end of the story....just a tiny tidbit of what's really going on in the angelic order. There is a long list of signs given to us to let us know what's going on to God's winged servants. After years of research through many volumes of ancient text and exhausting interviews with eye-witnesses, I give you just a small part of the larger story...I hope it helps....uh....with your athlete's foot....or something.........uh, yeah.

- When your ear itches, an angel is watching you.

- When your eyes water, an angel is crying.

- When you hear a sneeze, an angel gets the flu.

- When your nose starts running, an angel is out of toilet paper.

- When you hear a fart, an angel just lost it's wings.

- Everytime someone says "Holy Shit!", an angel shits itself.

- When you pay a cover at a bar and then immediately leave and ask for a refund, an angel asks another angel if it's mad at him repeatedly.

- When you hear someone yelling angrily in French, you are probably in France.
(sorry, had to add that)

- When you drop a dumpling on the floor, an angel ponders something intangible.

- When you run over a squirrel in your car, an angel gets the shit kicked out of him in some dive bar in Jersey by a trucker named Dale.

Oh, and every time you post a blog an angel loses 50 or so brain cells....my goal has been and continues to be to make a large group of God's good angels drooling idiots in my lifetime.

Happy Holidays!

Having been full of Hot Turkey Goodness....

Dear Brooklyn, New York...

I give up, you win. I forfeit to you all remaining heart-friendly dark chocolates, and any ability to spell that I have remaining.

Please release your grip.