Stranger

I mean you should be able to trust someone that close to you, but it just a loose cannon. I mean it's like they are perpetually wasted. I know, I know this is an old topic, the Right versus the Left. What does it matter what side you're on; we all have the same problem. Your weak arm is going to get you killed.  It would never be able to throw away something potentially dangerous to your body...like a bomb. Also it twitches uncontrollably all the time and that cannot be good in life and death situations, such as a duel.  And lets not even think if you need to pull yourself up from a cliff with your lesser arm. Personally, I say cut it off and end the battle of the Right vs. the Left and show everyone you are determined to take the power back.

Nomads OK

Ehh, I would like to thank everyone that is now contributing to my life style, What up bitches I'm on unemployment and now I have an inkling about crack...the waiting around for the next score. To curb my jitters, I am sending to you guys some good ole 90's rock band. They used to have a site where you could just take the music down yourself, but sadly it seems to have been taken down. So I'm putting it back out there! Enjoy it on your way to work suckers...

Trouble A-Head

It was cold out, the wind was blowing out from the east. My companions couldn’t keep up. I fear soon we will run out of food, I will have to kill one in their sleep and convince the others to eat him. After my trip to Wal-Mart ended, lets just say things got a little weird.

Jacklitos!

Dearest Readers,

My Jacklitos, how are you? Ha Ha, Great! Well now we are good friends eh? Splendid! So here we are....you know what I am getting at. If someone rapes a prostitute is it stealing? Untor!! Moving on, we are such good friends now, I think of you as my lil litos, my figurative children, but I have reached a rough patch. I need a surgery so I can get better, and you want me to get better, don't you? See (a pun in the future, you can laugh later) I have been betrayed by myself, my organs of sight, they are trying to have me killed. You know what my dear friends, the insurance company consider it an "elective surgery." I know what an outrage! So this is where we are, please my Jacklitos, I need to see, the rest of my body depends upon it. So give me a call my friends: 1-800-510-6763. Day or night my litos!

My life is in your hands.

Cheez-It Sandwich

I had not done this in a long time, I stepped off the sidewalk. The soft wet bristles met my size thirteens and there was rejoice. The soft earth was an old friend-Why weren't the homeless interested? I looked to the sky, lights swimming like tiny fish, frantic and crowded. I need to release my arm: I think it is time for a Cheez-It Sandwich!

"When life just is not going to plan, grab a Cheez-it Sandwich!"