Bananas!

So, I found myself tending bar one night in the hottest club in Borneo. It was a typical night for Chimi - the house music pumping, ladies' clothes falling, and the tropical drinks blending - at least until we ran out of bananas.

So what do you do if you're a retired former NFL all star who refuses to play football unless its in all star games doing ethnographic work on the power of his own sex healing on the women of Tortuga and the club runs out of banans? You find a shit-ton of bananas!

Boing!

His is the House of Pain

His is the House of Pain.
His is the Hand that makes.
His is the Hand that wounds.
His is the Hand that heals.

Not to run on all-fours; that is the Law. Are we not Men?
Not to claw the Bark of Trees; that is the Law. Are we not Men?

Let's Meat!

Oh yeah! When I'm not hanging on the rim... Let's meat!

It's Cinco de Mayo Somewhere

WOW!!! What a week. First I get my "pre" on:

Next is Cinco:

But it doesn't end - gotta get my "seis" on too!

OMG! I'm in heaven!

No More Violence Against Goats

The scene in Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? when Deckard learns of how Rachel killed his goat always gives me chills.

But this just makes me sick. I can't stop being angry about it. Really. These guys aren't even androids, so they have no excuse.

Hanging on the Rim (pt. 3)

Another excerpt from Hanging on the Rim, a soon-to-be published epic poem about existentialism and sports:

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Hanging on the rim

I begin to feel alone

I hear the screams of my thousands of fans

Most who have no idea how it feels

Hanging on the rim

It would be sweet to get internet

Up here on the rim

Because then I would tell the ladies

Hanging on the rim

Sometimes I get my head caught in the net

Getting out isn’t easy

Like a dry birth

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