so you might have noticed funny looking words replacing the day and date heading before the posts- i've switched to polish! let's all (re)learn the days of the week and months together, shall we? the word for monday- poniedzialek (pronounced pony-jow-ek, sort of)- always reminds me of a song we learned about the days of the week. on monday morning (w poniedzialek rano) father goes out to cut the hay, then tuesday, i don't know- he dries it, then stacks it, then hauls it somewhere, then FINALLY on sunday he spends the day drinking, like a true polish catholic. this song was a serious earworm for about two weeks in poland. looks like it's going to be an earworm again..... be glad you don't know the tune.
other than that, there is nothing to report. except that i ate three peaches today. and picked lots of evil nightshade eggplant- little thorny stems! and.... ate fried green tomatoes for dinner.
such is the material i share after a long day. woke up at 5:30 and almost convinced myself that it was not necessary to get up. the milk was bad and destroyed my coffee, so i drove to lafayette to get coffee but the damn coffeeshop wasn't open at 6 like they said they'd be. fuckers. so i went to the farm sans coffee and made it known to benjamin (who is a self-proclaimed sufist journey fan- no, not a sufist fond of journeying to mecca or somewhere, but a guy that thinks he's muslim and likes the BAND journey. he also told me today, for no reason whatsoever, that early beastie boys had no use for him in his musical education, but that styx was much more influential. whatever.) anyway, i told ben, who at this point i had only talked to once before, that i was annoyed that the coffeeshop was closed and he proceeded to put his arms out as if to give me a hug. as though this was going to change the fact that i was denied caffeine! no! so i'm being hugged, with arms glued to my sides and disgruntled expression on my face, by some guy that turns out to be a journey fan and who later plagues me with a journey earworm by singing "don't you cry", or whatever fucking song that is. erg.
on the other hand, i got to hear the story of how farmer dan got high with peewee herman once in hawaii (pre-incident). apparently paul reubens has a credit card issued to peewee herman. awesome.
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Sooooo facinating, so bizarre. The life in the mountains must truly be special. I don't know what to comment on. Suffist Classic rockers or Pee Wee's credit card. I think the credit card offers the most fun, or at least a look at the bill would. But the Journey Muslim is just kind of sad.
I guess thats what you get with suffis though. Apostates!
I'm beginning to like Farmer Dan. Let's have a photo.
So, Peewee and Dan once got high.
Did they speak, do you think, of the sty…
That’s Dan’s car in the rear
And poor Hermans’ career
Since in public he let fluids fly.
Good GOD, must we endure these so-called limericks every DAY? Groaning is not enough.
And Kornzacrackin, where are you? Are you gonna let this go unchallenged ?
that was the best limerick yet! belittle it or challenge it if you must, but i personally like my blog entries to be whittled down into limerick summaries.
Be bop a do bop a sh sh sh challenge.
FYI Korn is out of the state.
This so called anan sounds much like a girl i know. one who lives near me.
one who needs a screen name. Too bad fast and bulbus is taken. how about
slowandskinny?
how about nap and snack?
Anonymous –
So-called limericks? While the whimsy and nonsensical nature of these little creations
may not be to your liking; I do at least think they can be classified as limericks. They
have an aabba rhyme scheme and follow
the anapestic metrical form.
That being said, I won’t induce your groaning
with a psychological dream interpretation Limerick.
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