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Showing posts with label college. Show all posts

Fuck You Finals Week!

The Doom Looms
It's Been A Long Time Since It's Been Cool To Be A Slacker



Finals week has reminded me of why I was so eager to graduate from college the first time. Thank god I don't have to take anything like chemistry, which has cumulative exams and requires you to actually comprehend the material.

HOLY FUCK what kind of place would I be in if I had to do things that I couldn’t bullshit? I'm at a point in my life where I can't do anything that can't be bullshitted– seriously, who would want to do anything in life that required actual competence, knowledge or skills? In order to succeed in such a field you would need preparation and effort. I am not down with that these days.

The other night I had a dream that I was in some beachside shack trying to write something on a typewriter. Some of the keys were hard to push down, and whenever I got into a flow of typing I would get to those keys that were harder to push down and looking upon the page under the ribbon I saw that I had letters missing in all of my words. It was full of typos and it was more of an incoherent mess than this blog. I wondered if it was an omen of some kind.

There is no shortage of people who want to be published writers, and the odds of success are against me. It is entirely possible that I will die in poverty. Not by suicide, that is too much of a writer cliché. No, I will probably be killed by another hobo for my last bottle of Wild Irish Rose. That fucker will know that he can't get me while I'm awake, so he will get me while I am asleep nuzzling my bottle by the burning barrel at the abandoned train yard. He will probably find a cinder block and crack my skull open, or he will stab me in the chest with a loose rail-spike that he found.

What a way to go! The irony of it will be that I won’t die as the result of my own alcoholism, desperation or destitution but rather I will die of someone else’s. It will be an irony worth writing about. Sadly, someone else will cash in on it.

The Culture War Lives

A CULTURAL IMPASSE:
My Failed Attempt To Plan A Vacation in Gulf Shores, Alabama

Chat Information: You are now chatting with 'Linda K.'

Linda K: Good afternoon. How may I help you today?

Mr. Trudeau: Hey there, I am wondering if there are any good places to have a Beach-infused Spring Break experience on the Gulf Coast Alabama...this is going to be early March when we go.

Linda K: I am sure you can find something available at that time. How many nights do you plan to stay, and how many will be with you?

Mr. Trudeau: Well, I am wondering if the temperatures will accommodate a beach vacation...and if there will be other young people there out to cut loose

Linda K: Our market is Families--young people will be here with there families--this is not like Panama City Fl.

Mr. Trudeau: So there aren’t any young folks out for booze and loose women/muscley studs?

Linda K: I beg your pardon--no lose women here—

Mr. Trudeau: NONE? I find that hard to believe.

(Prolonged Silence)

Linda K: Is there anything else I can help you with today?

Mr. Trudeau: I mean, I know Alabama is about two centuries behind the rest of civilization but there HAS to be a culture for college kids . . .

Linda K: We are not behind--maybe you should be looking for something other than what you mentioned.

Mr. Trudeau: Well I mean, I’m young so I do the things young people do. You know?

Linda K : We have a great beach resort--lots of things to do for fun and great seafood restaurants.

Mr. Trudeau: That’s great! I love Seafood

Linda K : There is plenty of things to do for the young and young at heart here on the Al. beautiful Gulf Coast.

Mr. Trudeau: I have another question.....I have a Barack Obama bumper sticker on my car...are there any particular herbs or repellents I can put around my car to keep the locals away?

Mr. Trudeau: I think if they saw my car they might think it's some kind of space-ship and be inflamed to rage upon seeing my support for Mr. Obama

Linda K : I do not understand your remarks.

Mr. Trudeau: I just don't want to go there unprepared , I know it's a different culture

Linda K : I think you may be the one with the problem with having a bumper sticker for him. This is a free country--support is your choice.

Linda K : I do know where you are from--but it is not a different culture here from any place I have traveled here in the US

Mr. Trudeau: Yeah....see I just don't want a pitchfork in my tire

Mr. Trudeau: Are there any popular Brothels on the Gulf Coast?

Linda K : I have other people to help that are interested in our area. I have your info so my supervisor can contact you.

Mr. Trudeau: That’s fine

Linda K : Do you need her to contact you?

Mr. Trudeau:
sure. email is best, or she can call my cell.

Linda K : You can call her or me free--800-745-7263

Mr. Trudeau:Is it true that in Alabama I can beat up a black man and not go to jail?

Linda K : I am not responding to you any longer

Mr. Trudeau:ONE more thing. And it’s serious.

Linda K: . . . alright.

Mr. Trudeau: I don't like seeing the Ten Commandments Posted publicly, if I call ahead will they cover it up for me by the time I get there?


Chat Information: Chat session was ended by site operator.


Is This Too Much To Ask?

Portrait Of A Horny Agnostic
As A Young Man

You don't gotta send an Angel down , Lord.
Just some good company
to liven my spirits,
who digs things I dig (that I can afford.)

Maybe it's blasphemy
to request one with nice tits,
gray eyes and chestnut hair. (So I don't get bored.)
No More Latin honey!
I can't stand their awful fits.

On each these facts we can be in accord
I know my luck is out and has been poured,
and we aren't that chummy.
I lack faith that never quits
So far though, all these prayers have been ignored.

You don't gotta send an Angel down, Lord
nor a Playboy™ bunny.
But maybe if time permits
send me something sweet I haven't explored.

Ham-Wallet Gumdrop:
A Poet's Banal Slop



Ham-Wallet Gumdrop!

Ham-Wallet Gumdrop!

From so much to choose!
I just can't STOP!
Each Choice Means You LOSE!
Each Win Means You FLOP!


Ham-Wallet Gumdrop!
Ham-Wallet Gumdrop!

You're sure to abuse
like an L.A. cop.

You've got no excuse
But You Just Won't Stop


Ham-Wallet Gumdrop!
Ham-Wallet Gumdrop!


You're wide, and she's loose

On THIS "Whistlestop" :-)
Like PLUMP Christmas Goose

You're Ready To SHOP

So get her to juice;
kiss, and be on top.

Ham-Wallet Gumdrop!
Ham-Wallet Gumdrop!


End This Rhyme, Mr. Seuss!
This Has GOT To STOP! >:O

Ham-Wallet Gumdrop!
Ham-Wallet Gumdrop!



Girl 1: So that guy last night? Oh it feels like a toddler would if he tried to fuck me

Girl 2: Ha ha ha! Toddler!?

Girl 1: You know a toddler, reckless, self serving, exploitative but unsmooth.

Girl 2:Yes, ugh.

Girl 1: Like the toddler is just interested how things work for the most part. Like he was all pinching, poking, biting, twisting and shit like I'm some fucking busy-box in his crib.

Girl 2: Yuck, yuck, yuck.

Girl 1: Like people who sit in the interior of a car at a dealership. They are like "oh oh, how you put the seat up. . .oh oh down here, okay. . . it's different on my car"

Girl 3: Yeah, they don't know where the clit is.


"I Don't Get Beer Goggles. I Get Beer Standards", says Rielly.

Back To School






I Herby Officially Coin The Following Phrase:

"Sex has many risks, but abstinence has few rewards".
-D. James McSaddle April 2007

If there is any justice in the universe, I am pretty sure that this bitch is going to die alone.

My Major Is Business

I've decided to share some of my cartoons.