June 23, 2002

  • My best friend calls me at midnight and says he’s getting married the next day??  wtf?!  And then he calls me the next night inviting me to a reception, not for his wedding, but for a sophisto birthday prima donna and all her beauteous friends at which his new bride is the VeeJay (she’s a radio DJ while otherwise sunlighting).  So much for a honeymoon!  LOL   Hey,  maybe honeymoon’s are passé.   How about a molassesstar?  Or a sugarasteroid?  Or aspartameblackhole?   Let’s be creative!


    Speaking of asteroids, anyone remember my post on June 13th about PHAs (Potentially Hazardous ASTEROIDS)??  Well, on June 14th a PHA passed earth at a mere 75.000 miles but wasn’t discovered until 3 days AFTER is passed—June 17th.  Ha-ha.  Someday we’re all going to wake up groggy and God’s going to explain that there’s been a *little accident*  foflmao.


    Actually, it would not be a good idea right now to fall on the floor.  I’m in a bar blogging and everyone’s a new acquaintance but nobody’s impossibly a friend.   ha-ha-ha  nothing like a nightcap at midday.   Or the senses being released by a juke box playing an irremediable blast of “LA Woman”.   Damn.  Where is my LA Woman?   Where is an LA women?   Donde esta la mujer??  


    …Back to Sun worshipping!   I wonder, just wonder, how many Potentially Hazardous Asteroids with your name (never mine—I’m the Artful Dodger!) on them get sucked into the Sun?!  I’d roughly estimate: quite insanely, many. 


    God Bless our Sun!   The next photon that tans you may be the sucked-up incinerated Killer Asteroid that otherwise would have dented your forehead.

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