droppin' houses on all you square-heads...

Well shit...

No one reads this. Why do I post? I hate blogs.

Yesterday it rained here so hard I thought my roof would cave in. Haven't been in a storm like that in years. I would have to say that's the first time I've heard tornado sirens over the pounding rain out here on the south side of Denver. I was hoping a tornado would come take me and my little dog to Oz. Once there I would then become the ruler of the munchkins, threatening to drop houses on all their asses if they dont obey me and do my bidding for me. We would take over those poppy fields, process that shit and make millions off of perfectly processed black tar heroin. Of course, I would keep the munchkins in poverty, and in a very Vonnegut type of way, I would force a false religion on them, make it illegal to practice and threaten death to those that do. This will be the only ray of hope in the munchkin world. Eventually we would begin melting down the yellow brick road, selling the gold to western countries for electrical wiring purposes. The yellow brick road would then be paved over with highway grade asphalt and the bodies of the munchkins who die working on this monumental feat of roadbuilding will be chopped up and mixed in with the gravel, melted tires and tar...

But, a tornado didn't come. My dog got freaked out by the thunder and lightning, and I left my back windows down on my jeep. so much for becoming a drug kingpin.

-b