MY BRAINFARTS

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Sadly it's only my thoughts, just the flatulent ooze from my mind.

Nothing profound, nothing lasting: just a moment of pure satisfaction.
Sorry if it smells.


To stop those embarrassing displays of stupidity, just take one Braino before each instance of thought. It's guaranteed to work or your money back.

Do you blow your horn,
cut the cheese,
let Polly out of jail,
pop a bean,
burnout,
launch a loaf,
shoot a bunny,
light the match,
or drop an air biscuit?
Have you ever let a breezer,
a carpet stainer,
a wet willy,
a poop gopher,
a trouser trumpet,
a sonic blast,
a cushion creeper,
a rumbler,
a string of pearls,
a hershey squirt,
a turtle head,
or a nut knocker?
If so, you can chat live with one of our licensed Flatulence Therapist. Don't go thru life thinking your the only one who's peeled the paint off the wall, chat with those who have been there and done that. Just go to "silentbutdeadly.com" and understand it's not a crime, it's a disease.
If you have a crop duster in the family and feel overwhelmed, we also have family support. If you want to plan an intervention, we can help you with that also. Don't go thru life in a fog, feeling helpless to those sphincter emissions, we can help and we care.

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Thursday, December 13, 2007

Chemical Evolution

How does a shitty day start? Just like any other day. SHITTYLY. LOL.
I got up and there wasn't anything in the fridge that I wanted to eat. NOTHING. So I decided to go down the street to this strip mall and get something to eat. It's a long walk for me but I was hungry and bored. So I put on a pair of dark gray sweats, a tee-shirt, a pull-over with a hoddy, socks and my old shoes. I also put on sun glasses and also my boggin to cover my bald head.
So I started out walking. I got to about halfway and had to sit down to rest. So when I got to the stores, I had to walk thru the parking lot. I got about 60 feet from the door and had to sit down again. There was a older truck there and I just sit down on the bumper. When I got back up there was a cop parked in front of the truck. So I started toward the stores and I noticed that I had to go down to the other end to get to the store I wanted. So I turned in that direction and started walking between the cars. I got to the store I was going to and went in. I got something to eat and a drink. After I finished, I started back home and about halfway thru the parking lot, that cop pulled up and told me to come over in a real loud smart ass voice. He was a smart ass most of the time he was talking to me. He asked me what I was doing? I told him I went to get something to eat. He asked to see some ID. So I showed him my Mississippi DL. He said that I'm along way from home. I said not really. I live just up the street. I asked him why is he questioning me.
He said "Your dressed like your a meth head. You keep walking between the cars looking at them like your going to steal something. You look like your coming down off something or your about dead. By the way, if you don't stop using, it's gonna kill you real soon. And you walked here with it drizzling rain".
I said"you've got me there". "That's exactly what's going on". "So, can I go now, Mien Furor".
So I got a ride with Mr. Cop to my apartment. He wanted to see where I lived and to call someone who would verify that I'm supposed to be there. So I went into the apartment for the phone number and he followed me in. He looked around trying to see something..... I gave phone number to the him and he called my Dad. He talked for just a little bit and then he listened for a little bit. He was a little surprised, ashamed and I think angry with the way my Dad talked to him and the way he act with me. He did some apologising to Dad over the phone and to me. Especially when I took off my pullover and boggin. He could see how skinny and bald I was. I felt so bad about how I caused him to be embarrassed. NOT....
But isn't it cool. I look like I use Meth. I have evolved into something.
What's the deal with cops and us. My family don't seem to do good around them. We must look like some kind of bad people, or we look like easy targets. I ain't made up my mind on that but we never back down. If they get smart with us, we get worse with them. And I'm the worst. They can all kiss my ass. LOL
I'm evil and should be destroyed.

3 comments:

K. said...

That cop deserved to be embarrassed. I would have said a lot worse to him than that.

Dumbass.

I must say though, the "Mein Furor" part made me laugh.

I hope your day gets less shitty.

Brian said...

Maybe he thought you were a terrorist. lol

Bry said...

Now thats the Kier I knew and loved!