Obesity trend seen forming at local Wall-Mart

Most of our readers will know exactly what the title of this post refers to.  A female was seen fleeing Wall-Mart at 1:30 am with a rather gargantuan amount of skin being flaunted.  I think we have all heard the saying “if you got it, flaunt it,” but I will tell you this in the most tactful way possible…. That was F-ing gross or should I say, “That was retarded.”

Moving on.  I was rather pleased when Christopherson entered the cafeteria and threw croissants to the oppressed migrant workers in the fields (the hungry college students studying for finals).  It reminded me of father Christmas giving golden coins to the impoverished townspeople.  It reminded me of Ebeneezer Scrooge giving Tiny Tim a Christmas turkey.  Nay, it reminded me of the infamous yet always controversial Jesus of Nazareth who healed the sick.  Yes, thats right, I just compared Christopher to Jeshua; while at the same time score boarding Father Christmas.

The night was capped off by stories about sailors, fluffer nutters, and a rather emotional sharing by Christopher.  It just goes to show-  no one is truly happy.  Who knew that a guy who has girls lining up to make out with him would go back to his room at the end of the night and be lonely. In the words of Christopherson “I am so going here.”

In the words of a certain young jedi who later becomes the darkest and most evil sith lord “Its working, its working!!!”

             -Young Anakin Sky Walker…this quote is also contrived from GA and the infamous Christopherson.

That was a fun night. I will say it again, until next time; I love you all.

-Jamey with a k koala.

We all wish people talked about us this way.

We should all strive to attain the same level of love that everyone has for the infamous Tom Early.  But don’t strive to BE Tom Early; for there is but one Tom Early, and but one Tom-Tom.

 

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Thanks on thanksgiving? I think not.

 

We have stumbled upon this thanksgiving in the wake of a few rather trying events.  First was the election of Barack Obama.  Then on a more serious note; Michigan suffered its worst defeat in the history of Michigan Ohio State.  And on an even MORE serious note we have suffered through the kidnapping and torturing of our beloved Baby Monk-Monk.  Now one may beg the question ”what have we to be thankful for?” And to that somber, depressing, pessimistic attitude I say… Nothing. We have nothing to be thankful for.

This song is to be sung to the chorus of “living on a prayer” “Bon Jovi- Livin\’ on a prayer\”

I said we’ve got to hold on to Barack

He will ruin everything whether we like it or not

Ohio State 

has got to lose alot oooooo… Give Baby Monk-Monk a shot.\

 

OOOOOOObama suuuucks

oooooOOOO Michigan suuuuuuUUUUcks

Monk-Monks gone.

He won’t make it Im scared.

oooooOOOOO living on a prayer.

Now I know what you are thinking, and thats ok.  But when you do get that desire to bust out the air guitar and start “dancing too hard” remember The Dodd Father and his torn ACL.  That could be you. Until next time, I love you

-Jamey with a k koala.

A continuation of our Banana theme..

I do not insist that you watch this entire film, but I do encourage you all to really meditate on what you do see.  There are a few simple question one should ask when seeing a video like this. 

Why? for what reason would ANYONE make a video of this intelligence level.

Who? who the heck is the gorilla? I mean honestly, if he wants to launch his acting career off this video (which I think we an agree he should) he needs to get his real name out there. He did an absoloutely stellar job in this film.

The final question is this. Why? why would anyone make a video like this?

I know what some of you are thinking….Question 1 and 3 are the same, and my response to you is this.

WWTED. What would Tom Early Do?

Snow Flakes.

Hello again to all my faithful readers and companions. To is the start of a great week. We saw our first impressive snowfall, thereby kicking off the start of the most important week in College football. In this little diddy/poem I paint a rather romantic and tear jerking picture.

O’ snowflakes so white and pure.
you bring a beauty to our earthly floor.

when we rise into your majestic glory
we find ourselves in a snow flurry.

you bring a smile to the most troubled of faces
and beauty to even the ugliest places.

But to a place as evil as Ohio State
Not even you can begin to decorate.

It is morbid, it is dry
it is feces for the flys.

but O’ beautiful snowflakes so pure and true
up in Ann Arbor we will always find you

and In the big house we cry Go Blue.

I hope this has touched you as much as it has touched me. I truly believe that it was inspired by God. Do not fight the tears that are welling up in your eyes right now. Let them come, and let them flow like the tide. Until we meet again on this virtual road I bid you farewell.
I love you
-Jamey with a K Koala.

Bananas and Gasoline.

Welcome one and all. Continue reading with caution, for this blog may, and probably will, change your life in a way you never thought possible.

This blog will be a compilation of songs, poems, and quotes which have defined not only my life, but my entire being.  I am sure that we will cry, laugh, and maybe even share a wiki or two in this virtual world which is so crucial to our society.  I would warn you to not take my posts trivially or light heartedly.  I encourage you to meditate upon, reflect on, and even apply to your daily life the words which I will share with you.

 

“Bananas and Gasoline” was originally a smell which I encountered on the streets of Mexico City.  It was later captured in a song which I composed in my hotel room later that night.  The song was the pinnacle, nay, the climax of my music career.  I am going to refrain from sharing it with you all for the same reason that Einstein safe guarded many of his theories, for the same reason Grace Anne guards her recipe for infamous” Grace Annes cookies.”  Genius’ like myself are often misunderstood and mocked.  

After I have trained, just as Mr. Miyagi trained the karatee kid, I will allow you to indulge in “Bananas and Gasoline.”

I look forward to forming a more Intimate relationship with you all.  I love you

-Jamey with a K Koala.