Ramblings of a Desiccated Mind

... just because President Bush says the economy's booming doesn't make it true.

And, really, it's a wonderful day when a mother can plead insanity and not be punished for cutting off her baby's arms in a religious frenzy.

Do you see my point? I mean really. Do you?

I'm learning to love The Bloodhound Gang with song titles such as "Kiss me where it Smells Funny," "The Vagina Song," and "Ain't My Job to Fuck You on Your Birthday."

I am listening to one now where the chorus is a militarily-rendered acronym: Foxtrot, Uniform, Charlie, Kilo.

That's some clever shit.

"Put the you-know-what in the you-know-where."