Tag Archives: Food

What-The-Ever-Lovin’-Fuk Has Exactly Happened Here? Honestly, I Cannot Make This Shit Up. This Is My So-Called Life.

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And I Can’t Write For Shite! Punctuation is Just An Afterthought.

Oh Fuck This Post!

It Ain’t about Shit!

And Not Worth a Cup of Warm Spit

I am Over and Done With It!

This Post’s Time – Line is all outta sink.

(and ink)

Ya know what?

Take all the money in the bank;

I think I’ll Just stay here and ‘drank!’Merle Haggard!—

You California-Transplanted Okie-Bastard–Ex-Con–

I Love You MORE Than Cash….

Money!

I hate writing!!

It’s a Pain in my ass!

TMI: I’ve had enema experiences that were more enjoyable than trying to write.

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What Happened?

I Just took a short nap.

Then, Guess what?

I Have No Earthly Clue

Do You?

Oh, I Know.

Lance Happened

It’s The End Of My World As I Knew it,

But I Feel Fine!

Bye Bye Cruel World

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What is Wrong With This Picture?

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I Guess TV Dinners Are In My Immediate And Fore-seeable Future Future.

ZZ SpeakTo Me!

I May Need This Someday.

Probably Good to Keep it Handy

“Insanity” Is Just A Scare Word. It’s Only A State of Lost Mind. Please Read This. If Only To Merely Validate The Current Condition of My Condition.

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“Just Dropped In…”

The ‘Current State of the ‘Dude’

And, Actually,

This is a Rare ‘Good’ Photo.

Most Days,

I Look Much Worser

Sad commentary, ain’t it?

My Legs don’t Work. My Thorax Don’t Work.

My Mind Don’t Work

My Liver Has Departed for Destinations Un-Known.

My Muse Came Home Just Long Enuff to tell me to Fuk Off.

My Life is Gonna End Soon.

Sigh-An-Aura

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“I Saw So Much, I Broke My Mind”

And Yes!

I Have Been ‘Round The Whurl.

Twice.

Seen Some Shit Even I Won’t Write About.

And I have a Propensity to Write Ever’Thang.

But There are Things and There are Things, And out of Respect,

I Shall Not ‘Touch’ Them with Pen,

Virtual, or Otherwise.

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Nightcore – iNSaNiTY

“Me NO Alamo”

I Wasn’t There.

Of Course I Could Be Wrong…

I May Have Slept Thru It

(As Unlikely As That May Be, It Is, I Suppose, Within The Realm Of Possibility)

Here is what I eat lately:

Time for a change?

Most likely

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“Dreams Unwind; Love’s a State of Mind.”

(Thanks Stevie)

Stevie Girl, I Shall Rally… Just one more Time–Not for You Though,

But For Christine…

G’Dammit! I Caint Find My “Dedicated To Christine McVie Post” Shite! Guess I’ll try To Re-Write. What The Hell Else I Got To Do? Tiddlywinks? Don’t Think So. Not Today Anyway.

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Bonus Added Value:

I Love New York City

Shhhhh!

Don’t tell Any Texans You May Know

It Won’t Be Nothin’ Nice

They’ll Clip My Wings

And Throw me UNDER The Alamo

Mum’s The Word

Okay?

Our Little Secret

Billy Joel – New York State Of Mind 

Someone Actually ‘Read’ This.. So Natch, What Does Lance Do? (Yeah, I’m Tryin’ To Be ‘Hip’ But I Am About Three Bubbles Off Plumb)

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Off Plumb, but still workin’ the problem

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I Think Y’all Already Know: Re-Post! Hahaha! (So That Others Might ‘Enjoy’) This Bread Is Dead: It Falls Apart Every Time I Even Look At It

The Tuna Fish Song:

Cred: fretkillrlives

I Just Wanted A Tuna-Mish Sammich

Oh Hell No Cowboy!

Not So Fast!

Dammnit!

Took Me Five Minuets Just to Open the GD Can—

Things Went Down-Hill From There.

As You May Well Imagine–

And If You Know Me:

You Can Well Imagine

I Got’s/Gettin’ H’angry (Avec Angry Hunger Pains/Games)

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“White Trash”

– Tom MacDonald & Madchild

Wanna Know Whut’s On Tonight’s Menu?

Of Course Y’all Do!

Here Ya go!

(I Love MY Life!)

The Lowly Pinto Bean!

God’s Gift!

To Lowly White Trash!

Like Me!

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Wanna Join Me?

All Are Welcome!

Just Please Wipe Yer feets

A’Fore You Enter My Pristine / Clean

Sanitized-Fer-Yer Protection,

Domicile

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I gots Yea & Mo’ Plenty Fer All!

“Take Yer Shoes off

Set a-spell”

Y’all Come Back Now,

Ya Hear!

And For Desert:

Yeah. I’m Just Screwin’ Around. “Copin’ With Hagen” I am so tired. I Caint Walk. My legs have Stopped Working.

Cris To LeDoux:

Copenhagen!

Look Look LOOK! Look At What My Angel, My LaTrish, Brought To Me This Morning (Wheel’d About in a Stolen Walmart Shopping Cart! Good Gawd! How I Love This Woman!–We Think On The Same Same Wave-Link)

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Food!

“But Why?”

I Always ask her when she throws something nice at me

Always get the same respond:

“Because You’re a Good Man Lance.”

How do she think she know? I’m an asshole.

Why has she ‘blessed’ me? I am an atheist–She knows this.

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This time I did not ask. I just said,

“Thank you”

And then I kissed her cheek,

Threw my arms around her and embraced her deep.

Whispered in Her Ear,

“I love You Dear.”

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“Food! Glorious Food!”

“Angel of the Morning”

Juice Newton

With her Extensions

So ‘Eighties’–Lovin’ It! 

Why is LaTrish so good to me?

I Have No Words.

They Get Stuck in My Throat,

But My Heart Is Bursting

I am not worthy of such acts of human kindness

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Glorious Food!

Good Health (And Insanity Is Just A Scare Word) Is Just A State of Mind. Please Read This! If Just To Validate My State of MIND!

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Of Course I Could Be Wrong…

(As Unlikely As That Is, I Suppose It Is Within The Realm Of Possibility)

Here is what I eat lately:

Time for a change?

Most likely

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“Dreams Unwind; Love’s a State of Mind.”

(Thanks Stevie)

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Bonus Added Value:

I Love New York City

Shhhhh!

Don’t tell Any Texans You May Know

It Won’t Be Nothin’ Nice

They’ll Clip My Wings

And Throw me UNDER The Alamo

Mum’s The Word

Okay?

Our Little Secret

Billy Joel – New York State Of Mind