Hello you people out there in TV land! My science teacher in seventh grade used to say that all the time. Mr. Jones. He must have had some sort of brain tumor, he’d go behind people when they were unawares and start screaming the song “OKLAHOMA…” and they’d jump out of their skin. Well, the reason I made this post is because today I just passed my six-hundred sixty-sixth post. 666! 666! I love The Doom Generation. It pleasures me in ways hitherto unknown to the human race. Daniela made a purchase that came to $6.66 when we went to Arcata that one time. That was the best day ever.
Dead wife, dead wife, la la la la la la!
Search my blog for details on the song above–I would find the relevant post, but I sincerely don’t care. The comedy value for me is intact. The TV calls me. I must obey my master. And not in that way.
Oh! And I wanted to say something to Tara, but I don’t remember what it was. Hmm. Maybe it’ll come to me.