Bottles & Cans: A tribute to inanimate objects

This blog promises to be the poorest excuse for a blog that was ever blogged. It will be the stuff of mediocre wet dreams that feature women that are in some way distantly related to you. It will be a daily train wreck that no one can stop but all will enjoy, except of course the passengers of the daily train. I don't know what all this means, but it will take shape over time. Or not.

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Location: North Carolina, United States

I raise killer dogs and bees in a caring and nurturing environment. I like children and old people, but not their smells. I alternate between sitting, moving, and sleeping. My dreams are to be successful at something I love without having to work very hard, marry a wonderful woman, have children, grow old and watch them blossom into morons, retire, and somewhere along the way cultivate a deep interest in some insignificant hobby - let's say model trains.

Saturday, November 27, 2004

Your bird is cooked

Hello all...
you jerks. Hope everyone had a delicious "Celebrate The Non-Starving Of The Pilgrims By Showing Just How Much Food We Can Consume In One Day Day." I ate myself stupid. Literally. By 9:30 p.m. I was leaned back in a chair, belt fully unbuckled, saying things like, "No, seriously cousin, I really think Hardee's has a crack P.R. team. That new burger they thought up... pure genius." and "Yeah, I guess I can understand why you voted for him."

Anyway, I gained 8 pounds. I still have tons of leftovers, and the residual ripples of the Thanksgiving fat will undulate until the dawn. How much did you gain? What was the biggest, strangest, or most disgusting thing you ate? Did anyone else have three bowel movements the next day? Let me know, I really care.

Until we meat again,
Reefflop

P.S. I didn't really say that shit. There's not enough turkey in the world. Speaking of turkey, here's mine...
mmm turkey sandwich

P.P.S. OK, I said the Hardee's thing. I mean, it's just good thinking.

1 Comments:

Blogger Scotopian said...

I open the door
you lie motionless
The stench is excruciating

I shake you
you are stiff and green
I cry out in pain

why did I neglect you
I could have prevented this
you have crossed the brink

The shame and odor are too great
I bring you out slowly
and throw you in the dumpster

I feel longing and remorse
The emptiness in unbearable
how long had I waited?

I must move on
It is no good to dwell
nothing will bring you back

I yearn for sustenance
I find my solice
in hot juicy flesh

I feel guilty
but I am satiated
I will not weep for you

Next time, I will not wait
Leftovers will be consumed in a timely manner
No more casualties

10:44 AM  

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