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How this blog got its name
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There was a large painting of Evel Knievel shaking hands with Richard Nixon. It hung in the Mayors office. Late one evening after everyone went home. I took it down to the lab. I zoomed in on Evel’s left eye a 100x and enhanced it. It was an address. I went to the address. It was a modest, 1970’s style, split level ranch home in the suburbs.
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Inside I found a dead parrot lying on a waterbed. I revived the parrot with some saltines and adrenaline. We became good friends. The parrots name was Randy. One night a few years later while Randy and me played Gin Rummy, he sang me a song about a fire. The title of this blog was never mentioned but I sensed it, and Randy confirmed it by giving me ‘THE LOOK’.
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it taunts you with its ideal-li-za-tion. it looks like such fun like such a kick ass time
the perfect set of tits, that play “Back In Black” at full embracing volume waves and vibrations enter every orifice of your body till you are fucktastically engorged confident as the full blown sun you are ready to party
3 hours later I find whats left of your soul, covered in clown vomit whimperin like a pup lost in the cold.
Getting jacked up on shitty pop songs & energy drinks is no match for the gutter, kid.
but fuuuuuu…. we all take a stab at that beautiful bitch sometimes sometimes she ignores ya, sometimes she sells yer kidneys to the Russians.
which ride is better? even God don’t rightly know.
