Jesus loves the little children

Somewhere it begins. Between nicotine, booze, ilicit narcotics that don't leave you wishing for ice cream and a desire to ramble on about Chompsky and Che. Where we ask with implicit intent "come on people, why are you watching Desparate Housewives instead of Arrested Development." Or "BEST WEEK EVER. BEST WEEK EVER. ARE YOU KIDDING. DO YOU WANT TO WATCH 30 MINS OF B RATE COMEDIANS TELL THE SAME JOKE THREE TIMES.

I'm sorry. I'll walk away.

BEST WEEK EVER. YOU BASTARD."

*being dragged away*

Between discussions of what the vision Queequeg has before the final encounter with Moby means about western life vs. eastern mysticism and if Bush (to be here listed as Busch and to be pronounced as Boo-sch) actually let 9/11 happen to further his neo con agenda.

We will list posts of lists about everything rankable to the cultural wait for shattenfroiden (sic?) of Paris (the heiress, and with out any trace of romance associated with the city of her namesake).

Lets face it.

We are now at the end of it all. Lets watch it burn and then piss on the ashes.