Dorky Goodness

http://featherjournal.blogspot.com/2006/10/shaman-defined_.html

 Everyone wants to be me…  What can I say?  They’ve got aspirations of greatness.

http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Exploding_whale&oldid=78128697

 You know…  I’m thinking I’d pass on lunch.

I’m sick.

You’re tired.

Let’s dance… dance… dance…

I was amused.  The guy’s hair could be darker though…

More fun with image generators.

It’s in writing.  It’s gotta be true!

Alrighty.  I live on a pond.  It’s a lovely view (not that I’d know ’cause I make liberal use of shades and curtains).  But it has a draw back.  __ing wildlife.  Geese woke me up around 4:30am.  I NEVER want to see that side of 4:30 - ever.

 So, Shaman, any moral resistance to shooting geese that annoy me?  You can hang their asses on your wall or whatever you do with ‘em.  You have my permission.

Grrr….

Squirrel season is about to start and now I have to begin worrying about Shaman’s safety again. 

 (If you have NO idea what I’m talking about I couldn’t care less)

… suck!  Isn’t this why we have business analysts?  Really?  Jumpin’ Jesus on a pogo stick!

I don’t care what it looks like! They’re __ing cool!

Who’d've thunk that Spam would provide such a nugget of wisdom as:

 ”The life is short, suck till the morning.”

 Words to live by, children.