A pal-o-mine today, in an effort to mock me for my appreciation of country music, stumbled up on a Zen-like question I'd like to hear everyone's opinion on: If you went back in time and saw yourself at seventeen years old, who would win in a fight? Could you take younger you, or would younger you whoop that ass? I'd kick my teenage ass. Younger me was really an out of shape lump of shit. Older me eats better, works out, and has taken a few kickboxing lessons. This is what we think aboot during the day instead of doing actual work.
To me, leadership is doing what you think is right even if it's not popular. That said, for a party that says it's looking for leadership, I find it funny that the talking heads all cry that John McCain's career is over everytime he so much as says "God Bless You" to a Democrat after they sneeze.
Baby if you've ever wonder if I still love you, then girl never wonder again. We can find our way out of this cloud we've been under if we fight for who we were back then. I'll make the first move and I'll say I'm sorry, and I'll take the blame for the things that I've done, because we'll both lose more than our pride if we don't take a stand. You don't act like my woman, and I sure don't feel like your man.
I caught Ozzy Osbourne performing his latest single on "Smackdown" last week. Am I the only who is old enough to remember a time when Ozzy Osbourne didn't suck? I'm talking way back to "No More Tears" and earlier. Now he's become a parody of himself along the lines of Christopher Walken. Walken doesn't even act anymore as much as he does an impersonation of Jay Mohr doing an impersonation of Christopher Walken.
I've decided that since Don Imus is off the air, or at the very least is taking the summer off to teach sick children how to be cowboys before he signs with satellite radio, I'm going to pick up where he left off and make it my responsibility to
So my friend Ms. B sends me a text yesterday that went as follows: I am in the library by the computers and one kid said to the other kid..."im bout to take a picture of my dick and put it on there...." She was mortified because they were only thirteen. I thought it was funny that, out of all her friends, she though to text this to me because she knew I'd be amused by it (and would shout her out in my blog). Now she knows how I felt when I was at the store buying milk and bananas and the girl behind the counter was wearing them real shorty shorts, was rocking the baby-T (complete with bra strap hanging out)...and had braces. One of those things is not like the other, and so on.
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