and it's 1,2,3,4, that naked woman looks like a whore!
I wish there was an anti-war protest on Long Island tomorrow. I would be there all day, heckling and wearing my "No Blood for Liberation" t-shirt.
I just got an email from someone with the words to "Give Peace a Chance" written over and over again.
And then at the end was what I assume to be a poem written by the emailer:
We will sing and we will shout
no blood for oil, is what we're about
and when we're tired we'll march some more
cause we don't want your bloody war
Maybe he wanted me to grade it?
D- buddy. That was piss poor. Try again, ok?
Ok, so I'm going to write some chants of my own, so I can drive around and look for protesters and then chant things out the window of my eeeeeeevil SUV, while eating a nice meaty hamburger and smoking my air-polluting cigarettes and wearing Nike sneakers, cause that really pisses them off.
I just need something simple, a one or two line slogan to shout at people.
Oh, who am I kidding? Long Islanders are too busy being full of themselves to stage any protests.
Hey, let's have a blogging counter-protest tomorrow. No, I have not put any thought into that. I'm just thinking out loud.
Man, this drink is really good. It goes down like candy.
I'm going to hate you in the morning, Juan.
*this has been part of the great big wacky juice blogging experiment. the author will not take any responsibility in the morning for what appears on this site tonight.