I could make it but I belong to the university library and I'd have to make a run there at least once a week to endure this hell called life. That's what I did before the internet and I suppose that's what I'd have to revert to without it.
Johnathan Clark Smith subsequently showed that Nicholson and Dunn's earliest sources within Indiana were mistaken. A letter by James Curtis cited by Dunn and others as the earliest known use of the term was actually written in 1846, not 1826. Similarly, the use of the term in an 1859 newspaper item quoting an 1827 diary entry by Sandford and Son was more likely an editorial comment and not from the original diary. Smith's earliest sources led him to argue that the word originated as a term along the Ohio River for flatboatmen from Indiana and did not acquire its pejorative meanings until 1836, after Finley's poem.
Vancouver was the asshole end of the West Coast Track. The Rat pack stayed at the Bayshore, performed at the Cave, and partied down at the Penthouse run by the biggest mafiosi in Vancouver, the execrable Philliponis..
Lord what scum. This is the vermin that always triumphs...
I could see going to midnight mass if I could find a catholic church that wasn't packed full of flips and their numerous offspring.
as it is I don't really like Christmas much.
I went to Le Crocodile with my dentist for Christmas Eve lunch and there was a table full of fat old men in Santa caps that insisted on singing Christmas carols every ten minutes. One was more than enough. It ruined a $120 lunch of oysters on the half shell and Beef Wellington, frankly.
Nothing is finer than to be a decrepit old man. First of all there's that sickeningly sweet odor of death that get exuded from every pore of your wrinkled pallid skin, like the skin of a thanksgiving turkey for sale in a butchers window only with hair. It is the culmination of a lifetime devoted to sensual deliquecense.
Then the young whore is summoned from her pimp. Iron discipline enforced in reply to inexorable drug debts will compel her to attend your summons regardless of her natural repugnance. The juxtaposition of her silken nubility with you senile rotteness is worthy of the study of a great painter. She disrobes nonchalantly and lies passively on the her back on the luxurious bed of my glass and steel mansion overlooking Palm Springs from my own private irrigated mesa. Her mind wanders to fantasies of the drugs she'll soon be intoxicating herself with.
I too disrobe revealing my taut jaundiced paunch and my even more taut loaded colostomy bag swaying sensuously like a blood engorged penis attached to my pierced flank.
I lower myself over her gently at first then with all my weight as my iron grip seizes her white slender arms. Then her eyes open with suprise and horror as the first whiff of the foul exhalations from my cadaverous mouth, a mouth like a hen's wrinkled arsehole only ornamented with grinning twisted cracked teeth, yellowed with age.
Bearing down on her with all my weight I deftly trap my loaded colostomy bag between my own barrel shaped rib cage and her pure white belly. My penis stiffens somewhat to a semi flaccid state in anticipation of the ejaculation to come. But not an ejaculation of seed but rather an explosion of half digested food and raw bile pouring all over her pure white belly. Her delicious cries of distress at the unspeakably malodorous stench only further act to excite me to a tooth grinding frenzy causing me to shed a few drops of foul smelling clear brownish seminal fluids from my wrinkled pizzle as I bray like an angry mule with excitement.
There's definitely a strong streak of vengeful hatred in me for the entire Las Vegas West Coast Track school of entertainers. Imagine if Kraft had produced packs of franks and sold them heavily to little boys as a treat. Then one day in early manhood one of those little boys grown up discovered those Kraft weiners had been made out of dog shit with worms it it all ground up... 1973 to 1983 was a long era of deep suffering for me. Christ hauling his cross up Golgotha wearing a crown of thorns being spit upon could hardly have suffered more. COCKSUCKERS.
As a rule, the worst blasphemers are always those who were raised under the strictest religious discipline as children, producing the predictable backlash later in life. Those who never had their childhoods blighted by heavy handed religiosity can scarcely understand their violent reaction to religion.
Jesus Christ Cocksucker should unburden himself and discuss this aspect of his early upbringing. I'm sure once he divests himself of this sad story he can begin the healing process and join the ranks of recovering Christians...
If you're going to have key lime pie several things are important. The meringue must use lots of icing sugar and it must have a lot of fresh lime peel zest grated on it. The crust must be Graham Cracker crumble with butter binding it.
Andora or Caymans. Take your cash out of the country, see a lawyer there, incorporate there, create a real estate investment firm, hire yourself as it's N. American manager and use your offshore money to buy the house. Rent the house from yourself (your company, that is) . I know a lot of drug dealers here that do that but they rent out their houses to others not themselves..