ode to sausage fingers...

twin hunky hams adorned by ten knuckled wieners!

on first sight, "w-what the heck!?"
it ain't right, three keys a peck!

blink-blink-shake,
stare, back away...

chuckle-chuckle-grin,
gag a little then...

dire-digited wretch, all lesser none greater,
like eight chicken necks with opposable taters!!!

hooo, i'm done

Surgeon General's Warning: "A 2004 analysis published in the journal Neuroepidemiology determined that consumption of sausage during pregnancy is correlated with an increased risk of childhood brain tumors" - sausage

the fucking moon

http://sauceruney.com/

perish the pinks

and praise bob!

[dribble-dribble]

touch me... again!!!

does anybody really know what time it is? does anybody really care?

at the pub just before christmas, i got into a conversation with a guy in town from chicago selling christmas trees to southerners. it was tuesday night and he was looking for a party or just somewhere open late (he was used to 4am last calls in chicago) because he'd be wide awake for the next 30 hours. he explained that he had a sleep disorder (caused, he said, by hard-core cocaine abuse) similar to narcolepsy and was on this new drug modafinil...

"Get ready for 24-hour living" New Scientist '06 (not freely readable yet)

"The Great Awakening" New York Post '02

http://www.modafinil.com/

http://www.erowid.org/smarts/modafinil/

Tales from the Truck Stop

Tales from the Truck Stop