*Possibly including this post
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Thursday, July 28, 2011
DiSaronno Backpack Review: Kelty Cycle Hiker
Wow! This backpack is outstanding. I've been using a north face backpack for Litrally like eight years, and that was a great backpack. But this, what can I say about this backpack that Jesus didn't already say about God? It's got a ton of pockets, stores a lot but is compact, and it's real faschionable. Do yourself a fava' and buy one. Thx.
Monday, July 11, 2011
The pouteen we wrote at the topless pool in las Vegas, Nevada
Find a boat to the borgata right away! I need that shit in my life?
Rough times I saw you in the casino your eyes met my eyes then I said
yes with my kalishnakov. A hard yes to say that was.
But I am nothing. I'll stab you in the abdomen. Even though you're
bleeding let's take a heli to caracas! Let's go to the pool it's
pleasant. I just want to pull you in the pool.
Thursday, June 30, 2011
the pouteen we just wrote but couldn't post b/c blogger wasn't working
Tony: What is this life? Who knew I was a ho-mo? I didn't. But now I know.
Brangelina: Can't believe you sent me that letter. i WILL reject. I'm in a supersonic plane. I'll land somewhere in the mid-Pacific.
Ton-a-rone: All I can think about is the colon. So today I was walking around the lower east slice and I saw a map maker who sold me a thing or two. He actually felt pretty bad!
The helicopters were whirring.
WE've lost our center. The laterals, they've taken the yokes. I can't but cry at the whirry surface. EGADZDZXDXDDXXXD, Hello? How can I be a professional?
I was a hired hand. In my resume I noted my ability to pleasure. Intimate
Intimate. I enjoy intimate pleasure.
We've reached this point at sea-current. Corpuscular fucking breasts. Spin that globe!!!!!!
The hairy proprietor of the smoke shop stoop me up. I thought I had a date at the sea The angry sea. He said to me, "Vrrooooooooooorrrrrrrmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm."
I give up. Next time I go to the dentist, I give up. He'll take my teeth. Fine.
Corcoran, they are my real estate broker?
Brangelina: Can't believe you sent me that letter. i WILL reject. I'm in a supersonic plane. I'll land somewhere in the mid-Pacific.
Ton-a-rone: All I can think about is the colon. So today I was walking around the lower east slice and I saw a map maker who sold me a thing or two. He actually felt pretty bad!
The helicopters were whirring.
WE've lost our center. The laterals, they've taken the yokes. I can't but cry at the whirry surface. EGADZDZXDXDDXXXD, Hello? How can I be a professional?
I was a hired hand. In my resume I noted my ability to pleasure. Intimate
Intimate. I enjoy intimate pleasure.
We've reached this point at sea-current. Corpuscular fucking breasts. Spin that globe!!!!!!
The hairy proprietor of the smoke shop stoop me up. I thought I had a date at the sea The angry sea. He said to me, "Vrrooooooooooorrrrrrrmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm."
I give up. Next time I go to the dentist, I give up. He'll take my teeth. Fine.
Corcoran, they are my real estate broker?
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Le Pouteen the Poem

The driver's lost control.
He just took a pill of pure H20.
He fuckin' crashed into the grocery cart.
Why am I here anymore I don't know.
Chop chop, Filth!
Friday, June 17, 2011
Notes From My Commute Part 1 (of a 8,234 part series)
A Japanese approximation of the New York City subway system.
Today, on my daily commute from SpaLIta up to the DMZ part of Midtown (located betwixt the Grand Central County-area and the urban haven of Times Sq.), a large Caribbean (I think) man in a freshly-pressed white suit and sunglasses, holding a tape recorder, microphone, and professional-looking headphones that he pressed to one ear as recordists are known to do, made the train his own recording studio and proceeded to sing/rap about, as I gathered, tsunamis, "woman in bed," and god and presumably record a track as well. I read a New Yorker article about Corey Arcangel (sp?). Was a nice little article about lite, poppy art until mention was made of the young artists bout of cancer. There i slid against youthful mortality and a chilling shadow cast over me. Earlier, I had slipped on some Joanna Newsom. To relax.
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Breaking news: Black Eyed Peas Cancels Summer Concert, Leaves Fans Wondering, "Where's the Love?"
http://www.contactmusic.com/news.nsf/story/thunderstorm-washes-out-black-eyed-peas-charity-gig_1224808
Sunday, June 5, 2011
The pouteen written from the formerly trendy bar
The
WAyer
Non-narrator: I really don't have much of a frame of reference.
Mashina seks: the only thing I think about is covert cock and as well the times we spent!
Jason o'stephanie: I'm literally quaking in my boots!
Mashina sex: I have meth in my suitcase. I need to unload.
Jason O'Stephanie: That sounds lovely...my suitcase is full of C4.
The devil said that something had happened?
WAyer
Non-narrator: I really don't have much of a frame of reference.
Mashina seks: the only thing I think about is covert cock and as well the times we spent!
Jason o'stephanie: I'm literally quaking in my boots!
Mashina sex: I have meth in my suitcase. I need to unload.
Jason O'Stephanie: That sounds lovely...my suitcase is full of C4.
The devil said that something had happened?
Monday, May 30, 2011
The newest only Pouteen of 2011
Jesus corpus we saw each other at the lake.
Lake zurich
You were water boarding my favorite ex wife.
I had m lamb grooming with my cock hard in my hand.
I've regarded your bodysleep--wrestloporter!!!
my lamb vrroooommminnng next to the kremlin.
John f. Lemonade was having his corn pipe aka dick sucked by Veronica slim.
You all know her ass vagina pussybottom.
Thin skin you sworn cunts
Lake zurich
You were water boarding my favorite ex wife.
I had m lamb grooming with my cock hard in my hand.
I've regarded your bodysleep--wrestloporter!!!
my lamb vrroooommminnng next to the kremlin.
John f. Lemonade was having his corn pipe aka dick sucked by Veronica slim.
You all know her ass vagina pussybottom.
Thin skin you sworn cunts
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Friday, May 13, 2011
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