strap in, it’s gonna be bumpy

once upon a time, i had to wake up at five o’ freaking clock in the morning to do a GD M-er F-ing pig roast for a madrigal dinner in waterloo, which is about an hour from the place where my bed and TV is.  I got up, got dressed, hauled all the shit into the van and onto the trailer, and we were off to the longest day i have experianced to date.  We got there late, dropped the match, put the pig on…and realized that the damn thing was off balance, so every time the spit went around, the whole roaster jumped about 2 inches, alot when the whole thing is resting on a 3 inch jack stand.  that wasnt the big problem, that comes later.  anyhoo, we’re sitting there, and the “madrigal choir” starts practcing, and in all honesty, they were really good.  but their teacher lady was just stoopid about it.  if peopl were talking, she’d yell to someone BEHIND them to tell them to shut up.  she bitched at everyone and everything that make  a sound.  so NATURALLY, i break open the plastic bad full of pretzels…she doesnt like me anymore.  but she was so damn uptight, you could shove a piece of coal up her ass and at the end of the night, youd have a diamond.  in and around this hilarity, we find out that the shifting of the pig is causing the wire we use to snap, so we wrap the holy hell outa the thing, only to have THAT snap.  we eventually get it to stay, or so we thought.  so the choir finishes up, and of the girls from it asks me if i want to get lunch with some of them, since i had to be there all day too, I ask the parental units, and they dont have a problem with it.  so we start driving, and driving, and driving, and my fone goes off. I answer to my mom yelling for me to get back there because the whole ass end of the pig has seperated and is ripping apart on the side of the roaster.  son. of. a. bitch.  so we turn around, much to the girls’ dissapointment, and mine, as they were pretty hot.  so we finally get back, and one of the steaks we use to keep the pig in place is broken.  but better yet, they’re done by the time i get back.  so, long story short, it was the first bad pig roast we had, and it was a fucker.  well, im tired, expect frequent references to this post.  later.

-we have met the enemy, and he is the other white meat-

SONG OF THE DAY:

HOLIDAY

by: Greenday

Hear the sound of the falling rain,
Coming down like an Armageddon flame,
The shame,
The ones who died without a name,
Hear the dogs howling out of key,
To a hymn called “Faith and Misery”,
And bleed,
the company lost the war today

I beg to dream and differ,
From the hollow lies,
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
On Holiday

Hear the drum pounding out of time,
Another protester has crossed the line,
To find the money’s on the other side,
Can I get another Amen?(AMEN)
There’s a flag wrapped around the score of men,
A gag,
A plastic bag on a monument

I beg to dream and differ,
From the hollow lies,
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
On Holiday

The representative from California has the floor

Zieg Heil to the president gas, man,
Bombs away is your punishment,
Pulverize the Eiffel towers,
Who criticize your government,
Bang, Bang goes the broken glass, man,
Kill all the fags that don’t agree,
Trials by fire setting fire,
Is not a way that’s meant for me,
Just cause,
Just cause because we’re outlaws, yeah!

I beg to dream and differ,
From the hollow lies,
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives,
I beg to dream and differ,
From the hollow lies,
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives

This is our lives on holiday

nothing from nowhere, im no one at all. nick.