What’s for breakfast?
I want me one of those truckstop heart stopper situations, 3 eggs, bacon, sausage, home fries, rye toast.
Moons over my hammy and a satellite BLT FTW?
How about the mother daughter special at Waffle House, chicken breast with eggs?
Remember smoking sections?
The Denny’s in Pacific Beach at 2am on a Friday night, dancing on the tables, people passed out on the floor, Swedish coeds amuck, couples practicing making babies in the booths. That was fucking freedom.
Ever wonder why theY hate smoking so much?
I mean they despise it, something about it really bothers them.
What could it be?
Kids don’t usually smoke much, I think it may be more profound then that.
They always want to separate us from the Mother Earth, the rubber souls disconnect us, the cities confine us, the screens full us, the commiecold hides us and keeps us from shaking hands, they want drooling morons in cubicles, living in small boxes, and running around in circles in their free time.
Diversion, control, weaken the spirit.
But they HATE tobacco.
Something there.
It was ‘95, It does all run together dunnit.
I got a relative in early 20s I tell him stories he says,
“what happened, why does the world suck?”
“Fuckin commies, but not for long”
Tommy plays bass!
Alright as usual we are gonna need drummers.
You know, for the “Great Awakening Ball” after party jam session!
And what, pray tell, is in this black pudding?
They make it from what’s leftover after they make scrapple?
TheY can’t even make a “slave race” and theY think there’s a chance in Hell of beating America?