As the scripture says; Go fuck yourself. I’ll admit, it’s very likely someone has been tampering with my scripture. I can go for years without even knowing where that darn thing got off too. My brother did that once to me, tampered with something sacred. I had just bought Abbey Road, I think I was eight years old. I set it down and ran to the bathroom. When I came back I pulled the sleeve from the jacket and written on the sleeve was Paul is Dead. I was two minutes into a call to the radio station before I noticed my brother unable to control his giggles. Fucker.
Very recently I saw some article where Ringo Starr was claiming it was all true and went through all the shit and clues and stuff and insisted Paul had been replaced by a Paul McCartney look a like constestant winner, Billy Shears (as in the line from Sgt Peppers … Let me introduce to you, the one and only billy shears …). Of Course Paul/Billy responded with ‘That dumbass was never the sharpest taco in the combo platter and now he’s bat-shit demented’ I paraphrase a bit. The crown sides with Billy, because they’d be pretty stupid giving a title to a look alike.
I think Ringo is nuts, but I always have, surprised Yoko didn’t go for him. But the real reasons I think it’s bullshit is 1) my fucking brother and 2) You, in fact, are the walrus, which, I understand, is Tibetan for what-the-fuck-is-a-sea-mammal-doing-in-the mountains?
In other news other shit happened. I am very fond of the Girl friend who I love and stuff. I am almost about to win the lottery, all they have to do is pick my numbers.
I guess it’s been a crime free week and lacking in civil conflict. Three days in a row now and they have no need for a jury. This could be what we all have hoped for. Well, at least in Ingham county.
Loading comments...