Hello Mr. Krinkle. How are you today?. Seems the rumors are about your team might move away. Now, me I'm sentimental. But I'm not one to cry Say there Mr. Krinkle let's cruise the * boat. Damn
I've been to hell. I spell it. I spell it DMV. Anyone that's been there knows precisely what I mean. Stood there and I've waited and choked back the urge to scream. And if I had my druthers I'd sc
Military show is blastin' off to Kosovo. Military show with lightning speed. Sensitivity, oh, just a rusty nail in the corporate show. How many stabs before we bleed? Those Pinnocchios chattering o
I just can't seem to blend. Into society. I have no hope for this dim. Simplicity of law and order. By whose rules I see no rhyme in. the reason. I hold no hope for this holy treason. Of love a
Quite a suprise. What an ingenious device. Boredom encompasses my time. I don't know what I should do Indulging a moment of your time. Seldom the breeder of lies. But you won't believe that it's
There's a boy out 'luma way named Joe Eugene. He's one mellow ass son of a *-a. He loves his wheat grass and cold bean curd. He's one healthy ass sone of a bitch-a. But late at night he sneaks on
Sometimes bored and sometimes lonely. Pimple faced and rather homely. He wasn't much for socializin'. The TV kept a mesmerizin' In one ear and out the other. Picked up a trick from his older broth
The Earth it did crack open. on the day that I was born. and a thousand merry pranksters. came dancin' through the storm. I lay cradle bound. a howlin' at the wind. not knowin' years to come. I
In a town in southernmost Sicily. Lived a family too proud to be poor. In the year that fever took father away. They hastened for American shores. Now a mother and her son are standing in line. I
Sgt. Baker is my name. I'm gonna teach you how to play the game. Of warfare. Suddenly it appears to me. You got a bit much dignity. For your own good, boy. Yes sir, yes sir. I will rape your p
