The back of this says:

To Doris
From Kenneth

What’s interesting is that this is one of the smallest in the collection. It’s only a couple of inches tall.

Also, penciled in very small is “1¢”

A valentine that cost 1 cent. I just think that’s so cool. Somebody spent a penny so they could give a valentine to someone else.

Me and my nostalgia for things I never even knew.

I don’t care anymore.

No amount of effort or trying gets me anywhere.

No amount of caring results in anything good.

I’m copping out.

I’m giving in.

You have been notified.

Please to make a contribution through the little “donate” button.

Thank you,

And have nice day.

Ask me.

I dare ya.

Suicide Lounge is pulling together a last minute gig for Thursday, Sept 27 at Last Call (formerly known as Zapp’s Park) on Abby (Blackstone) just South of Olive.

9:30 pm

If you’re in Fresno, I expect to see you there. (And if any of you out of town people want to fly in, you know… um… yeah. Cool.)

No, seriously.

Come have a drink. We’ll play and sing some music.

A good time will be had by all.

Or I’ll hurt you.

that I “improved” it.

Nice clean screen…

Replaced the ATT logo with the sexy 007 logo…

It’s all grey and silver now…

Customized some other stuff…

Oh no.

I’m not done.

But I’m having a lovely time.

These are the Asylum Streets Spankers bringing you

“Stick Magnetic Ribbons on Your SUV”

My cunt…
My cunt…
My country’s calling me

Asshole
Asshole
A soldier I will be

To piss
To piss
Two pistols by my side

A whore
A whore
A horsey I will ride….

I’m sitting here in Iraq
And I wish that I had eyeballs in the back

It’s a bummer
that my Hummer
isn’t armored to a ‘T’

To show me your support
you spent a dollar ninety-three

A dollar ninety-three

Oh, stick magnetic ribbons on your SUV
Keep your apathy
and get off scot-free

If I don’t see a ribbon on that SUV
I’ll call you a red,
Wish you were dead,
Put the blame on weed

If I don’t see a ribbon on that S…
That SUV

Please don’t send me to Iran
And I sure don’t want to see Afghanistan

Any day now I could be another grunt sporting a stump
So buy another ribbon while you’re paying at the pump
You’re paying at the pump

So stick another ribbon up your SUV
Stick your apathy up your passivity

If I see another ribbon on that SUV
I’ll flip you the bird
And make the word
Of the day “complacency”

So stick that stupid ribbon up your SUV

Now the whole damn world is bleeding
And the last thing that we need’s
Another fuckin’ ribbon on that gas guzzlin’ SOB

Yup, it’s Talk Like a Pirate Day

Top Ten Pickup Lines for the Lady Pirates

By popular demand …

10. What are YOU doing here?

9. Is that a belayin’ pin in yer britches, or are ye … (this one is never completed)

8. Come show me how ye bury yer treasure, lad!

7. So, tell me, why do they call ye, “Cap’n Feathersword?”

6. That’s quite a cutlass ye got thar, what ye need is a good scabbard!

5. Aye, I guarantee ye, I’ve had a twenty percent decrease in me “lice ratio!”

4. I’ve crushed seventeen men’s skulls between me thighs!

3. C’mon, lad, shiver me timbers!

2. RAMMING SPEED!

…and the number one Female Pirate Pick-up Line:

1. You. Pants Off. Now

Are you one to be questioning the updating of blogs?

Unless, of course, the commenter claiming to be PoD is NOT the PoD, in which case…

FIE upon you, and shame!

Actually…

FIE upon you, and shame! no matter who y’are.

Definition:

Friking: v. The act of frolicking and fucking, simultaneously.

Example: John was friking everywhere.

I’m going to sit for a portrait.

For this artist.

And perhaps I’ll be also posing for a nude for an upcoming project he’s doing.

Monday. Monday is when I’m sitting.

I like his work.

I’m excited.

I’m nervous.

Kamotion! Tips?