Monthly Archives: November 2014

I have been doing these funny music posts, but there is one thing driving me crazy, musically speaking…

Posted on November 25, 2014 by pouringmyartout

I wasn’t paying attention, and I am not one hundred percent sure, but I think I saw a commercial for a power tool company the other day featuring the Bad Company song ‘Feel Like Making Love’… The thing is… Hey, … Continue reading →

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Hush, my darling, don’t cry, my darling…

Posted on November 24, 2014 by pouringmyartout

The lion sleeps tonight… I mean, don’t get too complacent, there are plenty of other lions that are awake… And hungry… Not to mention a host of other nocturnal predators and poisonous reptiles. It is a mighty jungle, after all.

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Well now I have begun to wonder…

Posted on November 24, 2014 by pouringmyartout

Am I really as clever as I think I am? Or am I even as clever as you think I am? For that matter, who gets to decide how clever I am? Do we need to take a vote and … Continue reading →

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Traffic update…

Posted on November 23, 2014 by pouringmyartout

Traffic on the highway to hell is bumper to bumper and moving at a snail’s pace… So I guess I am going to be late getting there.

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Uh, no, I am most certainly not going to drink it all up…

Posted on November 23, 2014 by pouringmyartout

Lime and coconut is a horrible taste combination!

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The transmagrification of primistical semicoagistants in modernestic societacationary combolaries…

Posted on November 23, 2014 by pouringmyartout

The reclusiatory disassocistical gradificlusion of tempramenial resurgenist mypography has preclined the decleromitron inductricle in favor of passticulate crossovafication. We must contabulize this trend before interfection and destabification result in exprediciously contruded nullifacsiatroy repopulisicidial and perhaps even quantifornicational frominiance thus leading … Continue reading →

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Well, if you’ve been through the desert on a horse with no name, that’s kind of on you, you lazy varmint…

Posted on November 22, 2014 by pouringmyartout

Because I have been through a lot of deserts in my time, and if there is one thing you have when going through a desert, it is free time to think up a name for  your dang horse…

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I was running down the road trying to loosen my load…

Posted on November 22, 2014 by pouringmyartout

Maybe I should have waited till I actually reached the bathroom…

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Oh, darn…

Posted on November 22, 2014 by pouringmyartout

I think I might actually be letting the sound of my own wheels drive me crazy…

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I know dang well all that glitters isn’t gold…

Posted on November 22, 2014 by pouringmyartout

But how much are you asking for that stairway? And just so you know, if there is a bustle in my hedgerow, I don’t care who the spring clean is for,I am going to be alarmed…

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