rain, you bastard

so i was in the waiting room of the chiropractor's office today and it was pouring outside. raining so hard that people were thinking twice about going out to their cars. this beautiful older woman was getting ready to leave and she happened to see the rain and think twice. she then sat down right next to me. my arthritis is fucking raging and here is my "dream" woman sitting next to me. long legs, glasses, perfect smell, fuck me i'm in so much pain that i can't even think of small talk at the moment. she eventually looked up from her phone and asked me if it was still raining hard. i told her it had lightened up a bit. she looked out the window and said, well, i might as well go now. if i was a smooth motherfucker, i would have said something. sadly, i'm not. but, at least i know what the next poems will be about.

the New York Yankees lost last night, 7-4. they are certainly going in the wrong direction if they want to make the playoffs. they play Boston again this afternoon.

Big Brother was a recap episode last night, mostly what had happened on the season, a few unseen clips, etc. i think Paul is in the driver's seat to win it all this season. the finale is on Wednesday.

NJPW was excellent last night.

Treehouse Masters was great last night. they were building this awesome structure at Zac Brown's Southern Ground camp. it was amazing.

High Maintenance was fucking hilarious last night. yet another show that makes me miss my days of smoking pot.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be ROH.

the World Cup of Hockey starts today. i will probably watch some of the games. i know that team USA takes on team Europe this afternoon.

Ohio State takes on Oklahoma tonight at Oklahoma. this should a great test for the young Buckeyes.

i'll probably watch some other college football games as well today.

i'll be on here tomorrow after Manchester United plays. hopefully i will be in a good mood.

i hope everyone has a great Saturday. call if you need bail money.

be well. be creative. be cool. be quick to send me CASH, panties, hate mail, love letters, broken promises and dirty pennies from heaven.

peace and chicken grease...

music:

Matthew Sweet - Sick Of Myself
Sneaker Pimps - 6 Underground
Grant Lee Buffalo - Fuzzy
The Afghan Whigs - When We Two Parted

"People think love is an emotion. Love is good sense." - Ken Kesey

and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day: