Ugh.....I have such a headache.
Billy related, you ask?
Yes. Absolutely.
It seems that the Clan Cletus is "GussIE-ING UP" the huge
room they reside in for free, by putting some "add-ons" in.
Now, not only do I get greeted by the MALodious sounds of Conway Twittie
and Garth Brookes at 11pm, but I also am getting a HEAPIN HELPIN full
of HAMMERIN' till about 1am.
Lord only knows what architectual horrors are being committed in that
room at this very moment.....ergh.
I pray for an earhtquake daily that will END the incessant Billypalooza
that comes from a small alarm clock radio that seems to be stuck on
"Hot Country". Whatever the hell that is.
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Nobyuki!
Thanks for the tale of horror that you suffer from as well. We can only
pray for a quick end to both of our afflictions, my friend.
By the way, the series you have going is some good stuff man! I look
forward to future installments!
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ToP..
Is rapidly coming apart faster then my sanity, and Cletus' last pair
of Wrangler Jeans. Therefore, due to some weird twists and turns, the
Final Round will occur tomorrow. The contestants?
SpaceTime vs. Stoker_Chick.
Winner take all, my friends. Let's make this one quick so we can put
this damn thing to rest.
After the day of flamin is over two things will happen:
1. A very special poster will reveal the results and crown the winner.
2. I will post Morte de SpaceTime, the tragic comedy, along with an
announcement of EPIC PROPORTIONS.
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SpaceTime:
STOP watching LIFETIME(Entertainment for Women), put the Pepto-Bizmal
Cocktail down, and GO OUTSIDE...all those shows on cheating husbands
have finally affected that Moldy Donut you call a BRAIN.
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That's about all I can think of for now...I had more, but the DAMN
HAMMERING WILL NOT CEASE. So, any other ideas I had went straight out
of the window...
-darkslider