I was just reading a study that found, basically, and paraphrasically, and madeupwordedly, that people who could imagine their own death prefer watching network television shows about angels and talking baby movies to science or reading books. That people who believe in Intelligent Design are more likely to be talked in to eating anything you deep fry and/or cover in gravy then people who ask Where the Fuck does the Intelligent part come in? Really? We're God's Barbie Dream Planet? His Playdoh Factory? White God and his Sidekick Creamy Jesus exist in the Heavens and They Are Good, Don't Worry About Genocide and Horrible Natural Disaster, All That Suffering brought about by Justin Beiber and Famine and The Entire Middle East....God Has a Plan. A Good One.
Free Will my ass. This is the direct result of all those Southern and Midwest particles crashing into eachother and making republicans who fuck up public education. Yes! Simplified!
I'm in a bad mood. I'm wearing pants I bought from a feed store. Really! But I had no choice. We know that.
Did you choose to wear the pants backwards? That could account for the bad mood.
Posted by: heydave | March 31, 2011 at 12:16 PM
No, HDave, I did not. Mostly because I don't make choices, and, again, WE KNOW THIS...but also because that would be a stupid thing for the particles to do to me. The Particle's give that comment 2 monkey fists. That's not good, even from a monkey's perspective.
Posted by: katy | March 31, 2011 at 01:10 PM
Feed-store pants? Aren't those called "dungarees"? Do you wear them over a union suit?
Posted by: Carrie H | April 01, 2011 at 01:42 AM
No, Carrie, I don't know what a 'dungaree' is, but it sounds like what kangaroos shit. An entire doody trail, maybe, going to and fro the big Kangaroo hot spot.
I think my daughter put it best when she first saw my new pants, while talking simultaneously to her boyfriend on the phone, "OHMYGOD MY MOTHER HAS BLING ON HER ASS!"
These are the sort of High Falutin' Ranch Woman apparel that features rhinestone crucifix's (Crucifi?) on one's bedazzled ass. I assume women who live in rural parts like to apply the Big Shiny to their...rural parts...to signify the Good Times ahead.
Or Behind.
Whatever. Regardless. Sign me up. I love to proudly sport the sparkly emblem of Your Saviors torturous death on my casual cula.
I'm religious like that.
Posted by: katy | April 02, 2011 at 08:09 AM