Why My Email And I Have A Love/Hate Relationship

You know ….. I hate Spam….both electronic and meaty …although electronic meat would be awesome…you could set it to email you when it was done and upload thanksgiving dinner to a shared server for all those people that moved away….anywho… in Spam email when it says last chance or final warning why do you get it again tomorrow? And if there are so many single people dying to meet other single people why haven't they met each other? Are they not on each others email lists...and since these things show up so often shouldn't it be roach mail? ….but then we'd be confusing the Friends Of Mary Jane (which sounds like a cool super hero team…Look in the sky..It's the Friends of Mary Jane!!!!!!) and the DEA would figure out some way to prosecute all the poor Roach Mail senders…. On the other hand that may be the answer to this all… Friends Of Mary Jane Away!!!!...(does anyone else feel hungry?)

Hare of the rabbit that bit you.....NO Wait ..... splitting hares...no wait ... the title is

How does the frickin Easter Bunny do it? I mean seriously.... every house ... on one day?.....who does he think he is? Santa!!!!!I don't want no stinkin Ninja rabbit sneaking into MY house!.... and how do we know that the eggs he leaves behind aren't low grade plutonium... or explosives? Between it and the parallel dimension inside the toilet bowl (where do YOU think the water goes!!!!!) I'm feeling that my quasi-plasmatic existence is deteriorating.

a re-occurrence of a re-occurrence of a re-occurence of a ..........

so with the thought of monkeys jousting on red ryder wagons i realized that life is good and complacence is bad.....very bad..... like clowns in the washing machine bad.....and after discussing giant nuclear powered robot turkeys and the amazing pillows that can be made from their feathers with Erin (who was an active participant in this conversation....lest you think i talk to myself about these things, there ARE other people who envision the same things i do)...i've decided that things are peachy .....which is the equivalent of level orange on the scare the poor American citizens scale of false threats and unjust world politics...how that for rambling??????

So there was this .....

time back in eleventy ought six when we were pursuing these three cheese stealing dwarves and they gave us the slip by using a handful of rice and a small cockroach on a string..... that feels so good to get off my chest.