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Archive for February 14th, 2008


Terrifyingly, Scary Clowns

I remember when the band “Insane Clown Posse” came out. MLW and the kids thought that it was a hoot. My email inbox ran out of room from all of the emails I received with pics of them. I was not amused.

What I do find amusing is the number of hits this site receives from google with “Scary Clowns” as the criteria. Coming from Europe. Why are they so inamored with my version of scary clowns? I am having bad dreams about these things. I do not find this amusing.

But I wonder why folks in Europe are so interested in scary clowns. If anyone has an idea, please let me know.

Namaste.

Ballerinagirl

You won!!  Send me your address through my email contact and I will send you your hemp bracelet.  Then, once you get it, I just need you to tell everyone here how wonderful it is.

Thanks,

Namaste.

New theme

So what do you think? I did like the Stonehenge theme, but it was not that friendly for the Search Engines. I would hate for people not to find all of these that they want to look at:

zombieclown.jpg

Yeah. More scary clowns. I could keep on going, I gotta million of them.

Creepy bastards.

Namaste.

The good times never stay, and the cheap thrills always seen to fade away

I love that line.

Don’t know that it is appropo to anything that I am going to write, but what the hell.   It is a great line.

Thursday is Valentines Day.  The day that we, here in the US, send the loves of our lives flowers, candy, and cards.  Do Not Forget The Cards.

Lets emphasize that, shall we?

DO NOT FORGET THE CARD! 

There.  That is appropriate.  I was picking out cards for MLW, and The Princess this evening and pretty much found the ones that I wanted in just a few seconds.  There was a woman who would pick a card, read it, and then get another one, read it, look at the two cards, put one back, pick another card.  This went of for about 5 minutes.  During all of this, I picked my cards, paid for them, and was walking past the card section to the back of the store.  And she was still there picking a card, reading it, staring at both that card and the one she was holding, sighing, and putting one back.

Sometimes I really like being a guy.  I am so superficial.

Namaste.