For Real This Time: The True Body of Sammy

The Prosecutor

All prosecutors should be forced to dress like that. Same goes for stinking liberals.
On stereo: Leo Sayer - You make me feel like dancing.
Reading: You Mean I'm Not Lazy, Stupid Or Crazy?!: A Self-help Book for Adults with Attention Deficit Disorder.
Thinking about: Genocide.

Here's Yet Another Blog Entry That Pretty Much Only Consists of a Link, This Time to a List of the Fifty Best Indie Films

To my vast and eternal shame, I have only seen 23 of the 50 greatest independent movies. How many have YOU seen? And which ones? And why? And what did you learn? And when did you lose your virginity? And just how ugly was she/he? And how much did it cost?

Answers in a plain envelope PLEASE.

They Call Him Uncle

He's the DUDE who BATHED all day LONG until he was WRINKLY and DROWNED.

Koala Karrot Kam

As promised, here are the carrots.
Yes, I took a photo of my rotten carrots.
Yes, my carrots are rotten. And I took a photo of them.
Yes. Oh GOD yes.

SUPERBLOG!!: Purveyors of fine rotten vegetables since 2006.

How Pearl Harbor Nearly Destroyed My Life AGAIN

While we wait for those FUCKING carrots, let me tell you a story. Something that happened to me on the train yesterday. I was sitting on a train and the girl in the seat next to me pulled out her EVIL LAPTOP and started watching Pearl Harbor. I punched her out and threw her from the train.

No. But I should have.

Waiting for Carrots

I was gonna post something about carrots, along with a picture of that very fruit, but Blogger's sucky "Add Image" function is sucky and not even cool. So I thought I'd better post this while we wait for Blogger to pull its head out of its anus (metaphorically speaking of course). Just so you don't start to worry.

Incidentally, I've been out of town over the weekend but I thought the last few days of KRAZY-POSTING from Sammy, my disturbed uncle, was little short of a revolution in blogging. Will anything EVER be the SAME, or won't it? Or will it? I doubt it. I doubt EVERYTHING.

Now we tighten our little hands into little fists and wait for carrots.

The End

I'm tired now. Goodbye.

Photo #75: Beer Built This Blog

and coffee, and water and Coca Cola. Milk was involved too.

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Without alcohol none of the things below would have happened to me.

1. Me getting a substantial amount of girls making out with me.
2. Me being haunted by jewelry traders in Sri Lanka/Ceylon.
3. Me being a witness (never questioned) in a shooting in Norrköping, Sweden. Remember folks, a witness, not a perpetrator.
4. Me being robbed in Prague.
5. Me getting together with that girl from Chicago.
6. Me being ditched (or being the one ditching, too drunk to remember) by that girl from Chicago.
7. Me being robbed in Tallin, Estonia.
8. Me doing a lot of weird things.

and 74 other cool happenings.
Praise alcohol.