When you come to a fork in the road, see if it's done
In a dog eat dog world, no Poodle is safe…for obvious reasons
Sometimes at 3 a.m……when I’m piss drunk and calling my local utility…. I don’t want to speak to a real person
Ever feel like Destiny and Fate are just two crackheads on a bender, just simultaneously turning the launch keys ?
When someone asks ‘Who does your hair?”……-I indignantly reply that it’s saving itself for marriage
The 60s gave us grey ponytailed old farts in saggy ass jeans and skirts, whose flawed revisionist history has given them an unqualified relevance in a world that scoffs at the very look at them…How I loathe and scorn these fossilized head shop relics, whose memories have waned to the point of erosion and so, valiantly blame everything on the ;it was the 60’s man’ sybaritic lifestyle that few actually lived through…. and mercifully much less survived…
When you look back at archival footage of these badly dressed clowns, it’s more a spectacle of how pointless and wrong you were and how much fun it is to laugh at you now and then…the only mitigating fluke is music and movies as poetry sucks and Sushi was more of an 80’s thing
To think that by now, Grace Slick having successfully gone through menopause, should seriously consider a name change…something befitting her stage in life…something like Grace Vaginal Dryness or just Grace Chafe
