September 12th, 2003
|11:55 am - UH OH LOOK OUT|
HERE COMES ANOTHER AD HOMINEM FROM THE DEPARTMENT OF SPATCH'S ID WHO HAS NOT HAD COFFEE YET AND IS STILL KINDA JUST PISSY ABOUT EVERYTHING AND I WOKE UP AND I COULD EITHER TASTE METAL OR ORANGES, WHAT THE FUCK
SEE IF YOU CAN SPOT THE POLITICAL MESSAGE KIDS! IT'S REAL SUBTLE AND BOY IS IT A WHAM BANG DOOZY
Johnny Cash and John Ritter are now gone. I'm sure folks are now trying to play the ol "Bad things come in threes, so who's the third?" game without realizing that at this point this week, we've gone from threes directly to twelvsies. Perhaps we need a John Trio then to feel like we've achieved some kind of balanced loss. And if we're looking for a third John, might I suggest Mr. Ashcroft? I'm Andy Rooney and goodnight from all of us here at 60 Minutes.
WHOA POWERFUL ZING THERE MR SPATCH THAT CERTAINLY WAS ALL ANGRY AND NAUGHTY AND PUNK ASS REBELLIOUS AND SHIT, SO WHAT'S NEXT? WAIT HOLD UP ON ANSWERING THAT THERE'S SOMEONE AT THE DO
I SHARED TWINKIES WITH ANDY ROONEY O NO
It is good to see you back, agnes faker.
You missed the obvious #3, Unca Spatch.
Although that kinda brings up oddities: Was John Ritter the head of a secret religion?
|Date:||September 12th, 2003 07:46 pm (UTC)|| |
They live simply and watch bad '70s television.
I'd join if I could be part of the Love Boat sect.
|Date:||September 12th, 2003 08:46 pm (UTC)|| |
The Love Boat is a ride to hell, sinner. The true love of John is only known by those who forsake this world for Fantasy Island. Repent! You can take The Plane to your heavenly reward.
I made Jan watch Fantasy Island the other night. He did not appreciate the wackiness of seeing a chick get aroused by Sonny Bono.