Tuesday, September 3, 2013



                   The fifties really were fucked-up.
Dear life, when I asked if things could get any worse, it was a rhetorical question, not a challenge.
        "We don't all tote guns and chew tobacco"
Humor is emotional chaos remembered in tranquility, I suffer more of one and less of the other.
I have never heard a single person ever say they loved the smell  of a toe, any toe, oh, yeah, I forgot the foot fetish persons, they like'em, lick'em too.