Archive for December, 2009

Girth Douche

Saturday, December 26th, 2009

No scary Jesus posters…

Wednesday, December 23rd, 2009

…perhaps another day. Here is what Hyrums getting instead…

what i’ve been addicted to:

Tuesday, December 22nd, 2009

JM’s Addiction

Scary Jesus Poster…

Tuesday, December 22nd, 2009

…putting together a scary Jesus club banner for my grandson. Religious people appreciate the art form. They also like scary clown pictures. Our poor children. I’ll throw a race car and puppy in just to lighten it up.

Christmas for the kids…

Tuesday, December 22nd, 2009

In the spirit…

Saturday, December 19th, 2009

Funny, but true…

Monday, December 14th, 2009

Dear Abby,

I am a crack dealer in Frederic, WI who has recently been
diagnosed as a carrier of the HIV virus. My parents live in
a suburb of Grantsburg and one of my sisters, who lives in
Webster, is married to a transvestite.

My father and mother have recently been arrested for
growing and selling marijuana and are currently dependent on
my other two sisters, who are prostitutes in Cumberland.
I have two brothers. One is currently serving a non-parole life
sentence in Oak Park Heights, MN for the murder of a teenage
boy in 1994. The other brother is currently in jail awaiting trial
on charges of sexual misconduct with his three children.

I have recently become engaged to marry a former Thai
prostitute who lives in Frederic, WI and is still a part time
“working girl” at Skol House Bar. All things considered, my main
problem is this. I love my fiance and look forward to
bringing her into the family and I certainly want to be
totally honest with her.

Should I tell her about my cousin who is a Vikings fan? What should I
do, I’m desperate.

Worried About My Reputation

hot liquor…

Saturday, December 12th, 2009

there is only a wisp of cloud cover protecting us from the icy cold of space. at this point, i’d kill for some greenhouse gases to warm the planet up a bit, at least Arlington,


Tuesday, December 8th, 2009

…the pigs are snorting, the goat baying…it’s fucking cold.
My guys at work are metalheads, young ones, listening to the “new wave of American heavy metal”. I like the music, the growling leaves something to be desired. I like face melting in measured doses now that I’m older. Not necessarily at 830 in the morning.

No reading, working. Maintaining attention to a book right now is really hard. I need some time to spend in the barnyard, ruminating. We’re spending the New Year’s in Denver, it will be fun and a needed change of pace, traveling in someone else’s yard for a while to help increase appreciation of my own.
Nobody writes sentences in these things, its rare to finish a complete thought, we give clues, imply, hint at fragments of fhoughts and ideas, and hope someone picks up on it. we are just streams of consciousness.