where's my piggy!?!?!?
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Who is this?
- Zelig Skykiller
- The Chi, ILL, United States
- i write the world... among other things. it's over 4 billion years old, so there's a lot of shit to write... and i like getting your emails: skygodblog@gmail.com
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- 15 1/2 years he's been gone and i'm still sick abo...
- The eye plays tricks
- Strippity doo da
- Man of faith = man of stupid
- Go to hell?
- Lemee git one of dem booby dolls
- Good grief, my countrymen embarrass me AGAIN!
- Never fucking give up
- More misdirection and question marks
- Lost in the whirlwind
- Reverting to 13 year old self
- "Morning drive"
- A winning ticket
- Child trappings close to home
- Squashed by my lover
- bodhi-fucking-sattva
- I'm this close to just sayin' fuck it too, brosef
- Taken, plucked and long gone, pffft; focussing on ...
- True transcendence
- Dubstep yo!!!
- Chewbaccadawg
- My species needs a lobotomy
- "The Wire"
- I wish i were a lil bit taller
- Maybe there is hope for cats... then again, probab...
- New atheism ad campaign 7
- What happens when kids start askin' questions...
- Dreamtastic
- Definition of a badass
- Livin' in nakedville
- My point, exactly
- Gettin' down with that main monkey business
- The perfect gift for your star wars lovin' lover
- Another 2 minutes and 35 seconds of pure terror
- Why does sexy time have such a bad rep?
- Much props
- More fuckbrains shitting in the gene pool
- Grandma dug the ganj
- The dating rut
- The luckiest chair in the world...
- Beatifying schmeatifying
- Why there are so many jewish atheists
- Who the fuck cares?
- Jeebus is the answer... to what?
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Life could be worse. He looks comfy.
ReplyDeleteThat reminds me of a song on an old record (The New Christy Minstrels) my parents had. The lyrics, from obviously faulty memory:
"Twas early last September,
As near as I remember,
While strolling down the lane in tipsy pride.
Not a word did I utter,
As I lay down in the gutter,
And this pig come up and lay down by my side.
Not a soul was I disturbing,
As I lay there by the curbing,
But this high-toned lady stopped
and I heard her say:
'You may tell someone who boozes,
By the company he chooses.'
And the pig got up and slowly walked away."
ZING! love it! especially since all these pigs are runnin' away from me now!
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