I decided to let Guh out of the Wednesday lyric (if he wants) and throw one up…. in honor of the tenacious d movie and album “The pick of destiny” I give you…. “Classico”

Can’t you see he’s the man,
Let me hear you applaud,
He is more than a man
He’s a shiny golden god.

If you think its time to fucking rock,
And fucking roll, out of control
Well then you know you’ve got to rock the block,
You fucking suck, my fucking cock

Cause when you rule, you fucking school,
All of the fools, out of there jewels
Cause if you think it’s time to,
If you think it’s time to,
If you think it’s time to fucking rooooock.

He is going to kick your fucking ass,
And you know his name is Kyle Gass
Rocking and fucking rolling,
And fucking rocking, and fucking rolling
And fucking…..(JB SKIT)

And if you haven’t hear it, you are teh lamorz
-Chris

do i forget it’s fuckin’ Wedneesday? It’s not anymore. I think my roommate, who’s a d-bag, was waiting til after midnight to come tell me I’d forgotten. So in tribute to my own date-forgetting douchebaggery, and before hitting the sack, I give you a post-Wednesday lyric,

mc chris
Eatings Not Cheating

I’m like Kenny Rogers in Six Pack
Girls won’t give my dick back
All this sex affects my syntax
The pistol I pack’s impact

Make’s you gasp infact
So sit back, relax
While I grind this axe
On your Brazillian wax

Without finishing fast
I bask in the slash
Underneath your cinnamon ass
About ten minutes it lasts

I pull it out and pass gas
My name is MC Chris
Kinda cute
Kinda crass

Ladies love me sending pics
Where they’re scantily clad
Send some back
Then invite them to come crash at my pad

They’re like
O M G, Oh whut up, that’d be so rad
We make the beast with two backs
Until we both get whiplash

Get with the program
Strip to the slow jam
Slip on a Trojan
Kissin’ the toes and

Move to the knees
Go back, repeat
The job ain’t done
‘Til you ruin the sheets

My name is MC
And your name is a creep
Because you creep into my bed
About every week

Tractor beam on my bed
Got you actin’ le freak
Tractor beam on my bed
Got you actin’ le freak

I should be flirtin’ with virgins
Instead of jerkin’ my gerkin
I should be working the circuit
Assertive for certain

With little aversion
They all open they curtains
Mini-Me starts emergin
To be rid of his burden

Did I fail to mention
All the ladies say word
Got a panty collection
Like a Japanese perv

They’re prepared to purr
And to serve up they curves
I skip the main course
I prefer the hors d’overs

I like thongs, like grannies
Like any old panties
Hanging on the lampshades
As I tap on her back space

I like bows, like lace
Like suckin’ her face
I like fuckin’ her waist
I make a bucket of paste

When her eyes roll back
It means her memory’s erase
Slow-mo, tip-toe
My ass out of her place

I quickly run to the clinic
A q-tip in my dick
I wait two very long weeks
To know if these nuts need a medic
So c’mon

Get with the program
Strip to the slow jam
Slip on a Trojan
Kissin’ the toes and

Move to the knees
Go back, repeat
The job ain’t done
‘Til you ruin the sheets

My name is MC
And your name is a creep
Because you creep into my bed
About every week

Tractor beam on my bed
Got you actin’ le freak
Tractor beam on my bed
Got you actin’ le freak

One of the funniest songs ever fucking made.

if you wanted a fun rundown on how stupid creationists, young-earth creationists, literlists, and all other bits of the revealed-wisdom-borg really are, have some fun:

follow it through, only 4:30, nice and succint.

that the dems coming into power were perfect angels, TPM Muckracker gives you a quick rundown on the most prominent Dems with dirty asses.
Although the GOP shit the bed on a massive, massive scale (and will still be able to til January, when the new Congress is sworn in) the Dem incumbents from safe districts aren’t far behind. Remember William Jefferson?

I wish you hadn’t killed so many kids before you got shuffled off to a massively-high-paying lobbyist job, or and equally high-paying CEO job somewhere, you oil-hungry, murderous son of a bitch.

If there’s any justice in the world, he’ll get run over by a limo full of Saddam-supporting oil barons.

Here’s a cartoon from msnbc.

((Edit: I know it’s not Wednesday. Blogger was bloggered in its bloggerhole yesterday, so this is yesterday.)

missed last week!
Last night was amazing. picked up the house. most likely will pick up the senate. plus 9 governors.
the gropernator got reelected, which pisses me off, but hey, some shit gets through.

Ben Folds
Still Fighting It
Rockin’ the Suburbs

Good morning son

I am a bird

wearing a brown polyester shirt

You want a coke?

Maybe some fries?

The roast beef combo’s only nine ninety five

But it’s okay

you don’t have to pay

I’ve got all the change

Everybody knows

it hurts to grow up

but everybody does

it’s so weird to be back here

let me tell you what

the years go on and

we’re still fighting it

and you’re so much like me

I’m sorry

Good morning son

twenty years from now

maybe we’ll both sit down

and have a few beers

and I can tell

you about today

and how I picked you up

and everything changed

It was pain

sunny days and rain

I knew you’d feel the same things

Everybody knows

it sucks to grow up

and everybody does

and so weird to be back here

let me tell you what

the years go on and

we’re still fighting it

You’ll try and try

and one day you’ll fly

away from me

It was pain

sunny days and rain

I knew you’d feel the same things

Everybody knows

it hurts to grow up

and everybody does

and so weird to be back here

let me tell you what

the years go on and

we’re still fighting it

and you’re so much like me

I’m sorry

Maybe two?

Voices! You’re letting voices tell you what to do
when you yourself don’t know.
Voices! You got one too, so let it out
and let us know when you’re feeling all alone.

Well I know,
There are times when- you’re feeling close to the ground
And there’s times when- you may feel there’s no place to call home
And there’s times when- your best friend just seems so far away
And there’s times when- the only end in sight is the end

You’ve got to come out fighting! Come out fighting! Come out fighting!
Don’t let it get you down.

Problems! I’ve got em too but keeping them inside is not the thing to do.
Problems! You’ve got to face hang-ups head-on, before you know they’re hangin’ you.

You’ve got to come out fighting! Come out fighting! Come out fighting!

All alone yes all alone. Loneliness, it is something we all know.
Woooh all alone, yes all alone. Been there before so please believe me
’cause I know.

Woooooooooh. Sorry to say to your dismay your life is not the only one that you affect.
Don’t you realize that a part of all of us will die inside when you yourself are dead.

You’ve got to come out fighting! Come out fighting! Come out fighting!
Come out fighting!

Warning you, warning you, warning me.

Stay strong brothas an sistahs

go vote
take your friends
vote seven times

Sydney Morning Herald:

anyone else watching Hacking Democracy on HBO?
it’s made me cry once already.

it’s been a while i guess.
this is a google result for “annie’s boobs”. it’s basically what you’d expect.
this is all about an instant message chat i’m having right now.