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Friday, November 19, 2010

The Opinuary Column

This song is dedicated to the once and future King of Alaska, Joe Miller!

Get 'em, Joe! Show them non-spellcheckers what's what!


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  2. Damn typos. Let me try that again: I thought this might be an appropriate song, if not for Miller then for any other tea partier out there:

    He thought he was the king of America
    Where they pour Coca Cola just like vintage wine
    Now I try hard not to become hysterical,
    But I’m not sure if I’m laughing or I’m crying …

    Just remember kids: if your Elvis is dead, try ours.

  3. Another appropriate tune for the likes of Joe Miller:

    The Asshole Song by Jimmy Buffett

    Were you born an asshole?
    Or did you work at it your whole life?
    Either way it worked out fine
    'cause you're an asshole tonight.

    Yes you're an A S S H O L E...
    And don't you try to blame it on me.
    You deserve all the credit.
    You're an asshole tonight.

    You were an asshole yesterday.
    You're an asshole tonight.
    And I've got a feelin'
    you'll be an asshole the rest of your life.

    And I was talkin' to your mother
    just the other night.
    I told her I thought you were an asshole.
    She said, "Yes. I think you're right."

    And all your friends are assholes
    'cause you've known them your whole life.
    And somebody told me
    you've got an asshole for a wife.

    Were you born an asshole?
    Or did you work at it your whole life?
    Either way it worked out fine
    'cause you're an aaaass...hole tonight.

  4. Mr. mjs, Sir:

    I originally seen this on friday and was gonna come back and leave a comment after the first viewing of St. Warren singing his hymn but, well, one thing led to another link and...

    I woke up this morning in some third world hellhole (or maybe it's East Syracuse, they're hard to tell apart) with empty pockets, a pounding headache, maxed plastic and some painful (although VERY interesting) bitemarks. The room was ankle deep in empty Ripple and Romo bottles, broken mirrors and some guy was vacuuming the carpet--with a straw! I will be happy to tell you how much fun I had when I receive the inevitable "Pay us or we will release THIS to the general public" bons mal from whoever.

    Alls I know is that I've seen Warren Zevon several times (before he died, not since) and he actually would have prolly voted for Joe Miller but, then again, he mighta just busted a cap in the lamefuck's ass.


We'll try dumping haloscan and see how it works.