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How's about a jolly sing-song then, eh? Met a girl called lola and I took her back to my place Feelin guilty, feelin scared, hidden cameras everywhere Stop! hold on. stay in control Girl, I want you here with me But Im really not as cool as Id like to be cause theres a red, under my bed And theres a little yellow man in my head And theres a true blue inside of me That keeps stoppin me, touchin ya, watchin ya, lovin ya Paranoia, the destroyer. Paranoia, the destroyer. Well I fell asleep, then I woke feelin kinda queer Lola looked at me and said, ooh you look so weird. She said, man, theres really something wrong with you. One day youre gonna self-destruct. Youre up, youre down, I cant work you out You get a good thing goin then you blow yourself out. Silly boy ya self-destroyer. silly boy ya self-destroyer Silly boy you got so much to live for So much to aim for, so much to try for You blowing it all with paranoia Youre so insecure you self-destroyer (and it goes like this, here it goes) Paranoia, the destroyer (here it goes again) Paranoia, the destroyer Dr. dr. help me please, I know youll understand Theres a time device inside of me, Im a self-destructin man Theres a red, under my bed And theres a little green man in my head And he said, youre not goin crazy, youre just a bit sad cause theres a man in ya, knawin ya, tearin ya into two. Silly boy ya self-destroyer. Paranoia, the destroyer Self-destroyer, wreck your health Destroy friends, destroy yourself The time device of self-destruction Light the fuse and start eruption (yea, it goes like this, here it goes) Paranoia, the destroyer (heres to paranoia) Paranoia, the destroyer (hey hey, here it goes) Paranoia, the destroyer (and it goes like this) Paranoia, the destroyer (and it goes like this.) --The Kinks

The real issue is that some folks' evolutionary trees have no branches. As it was, it is, and will forever be. So says me to the banyan tree.

Which is worse? Dog hair on your tongue, or your tongue on dog hair? Discuss...

I can liquor myself up just fine, thankhughberrymulch.

Not that there's anything wrong with that...

My Sunday comes with chocolate syrup, whipped cream and nuts.

I processed the turn yesterday. Went to email it, and the turn wasn't in the folder. Tried to load an email file, and CMAK saw the turn I'd done, but somehow Macro Daft Vespa couldn't find it. I think the silicon was playing tricks on my vodka-pickled brain. I'll try again tonight. I mean, try to get pickled. It's something at which I excel, after all.

They have medication for floppy peasants now, mr. Stukes.

Isn't a religotard something you wear to seminary?

You've always been an ashflicker in my book, Stuka me boy!

Hell, I ignore myself half the time. Ok, maybe 3/5ths the time. Did some one say fifth? Why, that's what I'll plead, may I please have another over Ice?

Fan of Fountain Screw. Wet, wild, public lovin'.

McNuggets, McChicken, McCancer, Oh My!

Ok, wait one. Can I change my order to Druid flavored toothpase? Failing that, maybe Scientologist flavored?

Will all of this happen before or after I get my toothpaste?

My Kitty didn't run away. It just strolled off for a catnap and is coming back nicely refreshed. Proper timing to not get its fur all matted, donchaknow.

My big KITTY will be drinking caviar flavoured Tea over the mangled remains of your doughty Murkin hippies, RADLEY!

Ok, Ok, I want cinnamon flavored toothpaste without flouride but with whitening agents, and I want it in a gold box, and I want it now!

I want licorice flavored toothpase without flouride but with whitening agents, and I want it now, damnit!

Oooo, can we have jack-booted thugs doin' a dance on the pinhead of a redneck? Which brings me pause; Why red, and why the neck, Hmmm? I have ideas, but I'd like to hear the ideas of you'se all's.

Yes, as a matter of fact, I do have a tendency to get bored and wander.... What? Oh, you mean Shaw. Yeah, he'll never finish a game.

I find Gordon's vodka and Schweppe's diet tonic (with a little lemon or lime) to be simply sublime. Oh, and I gots a patch of pathetic whiskers that I'm taking down tamari.

A low, rustling bustle rears its furry head and chews contentedly upon a thistle... "Could be worse. Could be better. Is what it is."

I'm afraid of ignorant feckers who can't take a joke. I'm afraid of "USA right or wrong" regardless of whether we're right or wrong. I'm afraid of Joe Shaw's Mormon wives. I'm afraid of too many men running the world with their testosterone-hazed world view. I'm terrified by a lack of human kindness in ordinary interactions. I'm mystified by the "solution" of violence for every problem. I'm frikken shakin' in my boot by those who use "to" when they mean "too". Yep, that seals it. Apparently I'm a Quaker. GIVE ME MY OATS!