When I went to the pharmacy to refill my meds there was this roller derby chick there wearing her uniform/outfit/whatever and her butt was really cool so I looked at it real hard. She saw me staring and smiled in that kind of way that made you think she knew what a cool lookin’ butt she had. She said, “nice beard” as she walked by me and then I ejaculated all over the magazine rack and beat my chest like a gorilla while grunting like a caveman.
I’m worried that my dreads are wrong and that it’s wrong for me to have them. Historically my culture; be it American, Mexican, or Dutch, does not include dreads. They are also of no spiritual importance to me. I feel that by me having them I am misrepresenting a culture that I do not, in any…
Levon is in the final stages of his battle with cancer,” says the note. “Please send your prayers and love to him as he makes his way through this part of his journey. Thank you fans and music lovers who have made his life so filled with joy and celebration…he has loved nothing more than to play, to fill the room up with music, lay down the back beat, and make the people dance! He did it every time he took the stage.”
“Who lives longer? The man who takes heroin for two years and dies, or a man who lives on roast beef, water and potatoes ‘till 95? One passes his 24 months in eternity. All the years of the beefeater are lived only in time.”—Aldous Huxley