Comedy Central capitulated to Muslim nutbags. Next night, Jon Stewart told the Muzzie neanderthals to go fuck themselves. Final score: Comedy Central nil, Jon Stewart 1.
Today is Shakespeare's birthday. To commemorate the occasion, I bought a can of mead and wore my niftiest codpiece to work.
If I hear that Wavin' Flag song one more time....
Last night, after much deliberation, I stabbed one of my narrators to death and shredded everything he had forced me to type. After two months' work, I am again a free man.
I watched something called Bright Star, a movie about John Keats and his love affair with what's-her-name. (Before I write the last sentence inside these brackets, I should tell you that I hate love stories. I couldn't wait for Keats to die.)
Joni Mitchell called Bob Dylan a phony and a plagiarist. I own albums by each of them. I blame it all on drugs. Actually, I blame most things on drugs. I'm on a few drugs. Llewellen, hit me again big guy.
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