Apr. 1st, 2003
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Apr. 1st, 2003 07:05 pmSo I've been thinking a lot recently
and I have realize my problem is that I think too much
I look around me and see the highest form of truth in this world
is quite simple
ignorance is bliss
my problem is simply that I am not ignorant enough
I have already used my brain in these twenty seven years
more than most people do in their entire lives
and since I do not have to rely on my intelligence to support my addictions
I have decided
I am going to get a frontal lobotomy
marry some insipid cheerleader
[though after my lobotomy I doubt she will seem nearly as insipid]
and enjoy the rest of my life
as an SUV driving breeder
with inane bumper stickers foisting
my ignorant opinions on everyone else
and I have realize my problem is that I think too much
I look around me and see the highest form of truth in this world
is quite simple
ignorance is bliss
my problem is simply that I am not ignorant enough
I have already used my brain in these twenty seven years
more than most people do in their entire lives
and since I do not have to rely on my intelligence to support my addictions
I have decided
I am going to get a frontal lobotomy
marry some insipid cheerleader
[though after my lobotomy I doubt she will seem nearly as insipid]
and enjoy the rest of my life
as an SUV driving breeder
with inane bumper stickers foisting
my ignorant opinions on everyone else
Humourous forward
Apr. 1st, 2003 09:59 pmSaddam Hussein and his chauffeur were rolling down the highway when suddenly they hit a pig crossing the road. They kill it instantly.
Saddam tells his driver: "Go to da farm over dere and hexplain to da honer of da pig what appened."
One hour later, Saddam sees his driver coming back from the farm, his clothes all wrinkled, a bottle of wine in one hand and a cigar in the other.
"What appen to you?" he asks. "Well, the farmer gave me a bottle of wine, his wife, the cigar and their 19 year old daughter made wild passionate love to me."
"My God! What did you tell dem?" asked President Hussein. The driver answered:
"Good evening, I am Saddam Hussein's chauffeur and I have just killed the pig."
Saddam tells his driver: "Go to da farm over dere and hexplain to da honer of da pig what appened."
One hour later, Saddam sees his driver coming back from the farm, his clothes all wrinkled, a bottle of wine in one hand and a cigar in the other.
"What appen to you?" he asks. "Well, the farmer gave me a bottle of wine, his wife, the cigar and their 19 year old daughter made wild passionate love to me."
"My God! What did you tell dem?" asked President Hussein. The driver answered:
"Good evening, I am Saddam Hussein's chauffeur and I have just killed the pig."