Biff Rose is fuckin' fried, man, and I can take a hint...

It's true.
Biff Rose is seriously nutso.

I'm on his email forwarding list, for what reason only he and God know, but, due to this, I can say with no fear of "BULLSHIT!" being called that Biff is fucked... insane in da membrane.
That boy's brain is TOAST.

At first, I thought of his word play and "speaking in puns" as kinda cool, kinda charming and fun.

It's not.

He's freakin' serious.
AND, I get forwarded emails all the time between him and record producers and other "professional" types and I don't know how or why they even bother.

Even my Dad said he's gone, right around the fuckin' bend and GONE.

Must suck to be him.

Sucks to be on his forwarding list.

And, no, I'm not even gonna try to get off of it.
I've SEEN what happens then.
*rolls eyes*

Not worth it.

So, I guess I'll just let him ramble (and ramble and ramble) on, never making any sense, let alone proposing anything intelligent, til he dies.
It's just making me very aware of the fact that "celebrities" are just regular people.
Shure, they may be cuter and they get paid for that, but... they ain't no better than anybody else.
In fact, sometimes they're even worse.
But, what do ya expect from people whose livelihood and sense of self is so totally wrapped up in looks and such meaningless rot?
Looks fade.
Looks can be totally destroyed in one car accident or industrial incident.
Looks don't mean shit, in the real world.
Not to me, anyway...

Anyway, Biff Rose is fucked.
Sad, but true.

Now, not only can I take this "hint" about celebrities, I can also see it when God is trying to keep me from fuckin' up otherwise, like I was doin' over at Gut Rumbles....

Rob did a post that I'm not gonna link and you'll see why in a second, keep reading, about shooting a cat in the ass when it was trying to be a cat and do what cats are born to do which is eat birds.
Birds that Rob had just got done bitching about in a previous post (and I'm talking matter of HOURS here, not days) who shit all over his freshly washed car and such.

I love the incongruousness of that guy, along with about 2 bazillion other things I ain't gonna sit here and list.

"If I have to explain it, you'd never understand it, anyway..."

So, he writes, I point out his *dichotimousness and then...
Then assholes show up in his comments and I get enraged.

(*Before I go much further, let me clear up that new word I just invented, there... by quoting Private Joker from Full Metal Jacket thusly:
Private Joker: "I think I was trying to suggest something about the duality of man, sir."
So, there ya have it.
"Dichotimousness", the root of which is "dichotomy" by the way, means "duality of man", okay? Okay, then, back to the hint I can take...)

So, Rob says he stung a cats ass defending birds he earlier wanted to expunge for poopage issues and I pointed out the "duality".
Fine.

Overnight, however, the asshole fucks come out and leave their spoor all over his comments about killing cats and how wonderful that would be and somebody over there had the supreme arrogance to say something about their "private forest".

OhdearGawdkillmenow....

One cocksuckin' loser even said some puke/drivel about contributing to a "non-profit" cat killing organization, if one were to exist.

This prompted me to start to comment again.

First off, about halfway through, I realized that this wasn't a comment anymore, but a post, then, as I was trying to bring it all over here in my haven't-had-enough-coffee-for-this-shit-yet mode, I fucked it up.

Lost the more intelligent half that I was gonna leave there, to continue with the more "emotional" part over here.

I sat here, looking at two hunks of "emotional" carnage, realizing that the smart part was lost and it hit me...

Don't even bother.

The troll loser dickheads either said alla that just to inspire a heated response or else they're SUCH troll loser dickheads that trying to explain any of this would be a waste of my time and energy anyway, so I took the hint and just said fuck it.

People who think killing cats just because they exist (which again I want to make clear that ROB ISN'T ONE OF... yet) are the first ones who oughta be used for research and scientific experiments, at the very least, to see what the fuck's wrong with their brains.

They're also the ones I fervently hope become victims of exactly what they're advocating being done to cats and other animals.

They ARE the ones we could most do without.

Let them be murdered, killed, maimed and expunged off this planet.
God forgive me, but I truly hope they all suffer more than any animal they've ever fucked over.
They are why I generally despise humans.
They also give me instant PMS, whether or not I already have it, which I do, so I can basically sum up my whole diatribe/ode to these fuckin' loser asshole animal murderin' dickbags by saying:

Fuck you.
I hope your whole family dies and you're left alone for the rest of forever, sitting in your own body wastes, unable to move or escape.
It's what you deserve, you arrogant, self-absorbed, clueless LOSERS.
That is all.
Now, go somewhere, be utterly miserable and alone and never die.
Oh, one more lil thang...
if there's EVER anything I can do to help ya, PLEASE feel free to ask, so that I may have the most pleasure I've ever experienced in one wad in my whole entire life by telling you to piss the fuck off.
Please.

Other than that, I'm doing jest fine.
Well, except for this parrot, clinging to the front of my shirt, dancing to the songs on the Partridge Family DVD I'm watching and biting me ever' now and again, when he's not bustin' a screech in my earhole, making my ear go deaf.

I think this nut is actually starting to figure out that "when Mommy is typing, she's not giving me her undivided attention and therefore, if I can make her STOP TYPING, she'd be alllll mine", so NOW he keeps biting my fingers, sitting on my fingers and tryin' his feathers off to get me to stop it already.

Smart nutbird, no?

Now, that's what I need to be doing here... researching Conures so I can give this bird all that he wants, needs and just plain likes, like being petted UNDER his wings and showers and shit, not wasting myself on dickhead animals killers.

On that note, I'm gonna ask again, if anybody has any info on Conures, or ya know anybody who does, PLEASE, let me know.

I just want to know as much about them as possible.
We have only one "bad behavior" issue and even that I understand why he does it, we just need to get him over it, because dive-bomb attacking Eric and wanting to rip Eric's head off and shit in his neck, which this bird soooo wants to do, isn't... feasible.
Or fun, for Eric...

Oh my fuckin' Gawd... I just TOUCHED my Nextelcell and oh boy, did I almost lose a limb.

I forgot.
Shut UP, bird.

Jeezus.
I was just gonna radio Eric and ask him who the two OBVIOUS Down Syndrome idiots are, arguing in front of the house and grabbed the radio and then it was freak-out city on my chest.
Not good.
Coulda been worse, though.
At least he kept his beak offa my bod.

Oh, this is cute.
I've just discovered that if I make fart noises with my lips, he gets even sillier.
He seems to like the ones that emanate from the side of my mouth more than the "frontal" ones.
Whatta nut.

Okay.
New episode coming on.
Gotta go do the "dance" to the theme song, now.
*boing, boing, boing*

Back later.

Peace
(except to those who'd hurt or kill animals for fun or any other reason)

Posted by: Stevie at 01:04 PM

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Posted by: biff rose at June 19, 2005 12:28 PM (9mhyr)

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