This is it; my last post of the summer. I don't blog all that much to begin with, I haven't had much to say lately, and no one is reading this piece of shit blog anyway. So, I'm trading in the keyboard for the rest of the summer. Unless I come across something that I really need to vent about, I wouldn't expect another post out of me until after Labor Day. I need to use the rest of the summer to focus on getting some shit done in the real world. I have not the time nor the patience for cyberspace as of right now.

It seems as though I'm not the only one following this logic. Many others on my blog-roll, who shall remain nameless, also have not posted in what seems like an eternity. Maybe I'll write some nice drafts during my hiatus and when I come back I'll have some actual content. Maybe I won't be back at all. Only time will tell.

But for now, I bid you all adieu.

- these thoughts flowed through Jeff's fingers @ 10:04 AM

Ewwww, nasty.

Ha ha! He said "world-class wieners".

Fucking uptight, old-fashioned, Puritanical, sissies!

MMMMmm, Gumballs man.

- these thoughts flowed through Jeff's fingers @ 10:06 AM

The new Supermarket near our house has an automatic water mister to keep the produce fresh. Just before it goes on, you hear the sound of a thunderstorm and the smell of fresh rain. When you approach the milk cases, you hear cows mooing and witness the scent of fresh butter fat. When you approach the egg case, you hear hens cackle and the air is filled with the pleasing aroma of eggs frying.

So far, I have been too afraid to go down the toilet paper aisle.

- these thoughts flowed through Jeff's fingers @ 11:45 AM

Watch these and feel like you're 10 years old again:

TMNT Trailer

Transformers Trailer

- these thoughts flowed through Jeff's fingers @ 12:10 PM

Founding member of Pink Floyd, Syd Barrett died Friday of complications from Diabetes at age 60. "Shine on you crazy diamond."

- these thoughts flowed through Jeff's fingers @ 5:23 PM

THE GOLF JOKE

A man staggers into an emergency room with a concussion, multiple bruises, two black eyes and a five iron wrapped tightly around his throat. Naturally, the doctor asks him what happened.

"Well, it was like this," said the man. "I was having a quiet round of golf with my wife, when at a difficult hole, we both sliced our balls into a pasture of cows.
We went to look for them, and while I was rooting around, noticed one of the cows
had something white at its rear end. I walked over and lifted up the tail, and sure
enough, there was a golf ball with my wife's monogram on it-- stuck right in the
middle of the cow's butt." "That's when I made my big mistake."

"What did you do?" asks the doctor.

"Well, I lifted the cow's tail again and yelled to my wife, "Hey honey, this looks like yours!"

"I don't remember much after that!"


THE QUEEN & DOLLY JOKE

Queen Elizabeth and Dolly Parton die on the same day and they both go before an Angel to find out if they'll be admitted to Heaven. Unfortunately, there's only one space left that day, so the Angel must decide which of them gets in. The Angel asks Dolly if there's some particular reason why she should go to Heaven.

Dolly takes off her top and says, "Look at these, they're the most perfect breasts
God ever created, and I'm sure it will please God to be able to see them every day,
for eternity."

The Angel thanks Dolly, and asks Her Majesty the same question. The Queen takes a bottle of Perrier out of her purse, shakes it up, and gargles. Then, she spits into a toilet and pulls the lever.

The Angel says, "OK, your Majesty, you may go in." Dolly is outraged and asks, "What was that all about? I show you two of God's own perfect creations and you turn me down. She spits into a commode and she gets in! Would you explain that to me?"

"Sorry, Dolly," says the Angel, "but even in Heaven, a royal flush beats a pair - no matter how big they are.


THE PRIEST JOKE

Two priests decided to go to Hawaii on vacation. They were determined to make this a real vacation escape by not wearing anything that would identify them as clergy. As soon as the plane landed, they headed for a store and bought some outrageous shorts, shirts and sandals.

The next morning they went to the beach dressed in their tourist garb. They were sitting on beach chairs, enjoying a drink, the sunshine and the scenery when a drop dead gorgeous blonde wearing a string bikini came walking straight towards them.

They couldn't help but stare. As the blonde passed them she smiled and said, "Good Morning, Father. Good Morning, Father," nodding and addressing each of them individually.

They were both stunned. How in the world did she know they were priests? So the next day, they went back to the store and bought even more outrageous outfits. These were so loud you could hear them before you saw them. Once again, in their new attire, they settled on the beach in their chairs to enjoy the sunshine.

After a while, the same gorgeous blonde, this time topless with just a thong bikini, taking her sweet time, came walking toward them. Again she nodded at each of them, she said, "Good morning, Father. Good morning, Father," and started to walk away.

One of the priests couldn't stand it any longer and said, "Just a minute, young lady."

"Yes, Father?" she said.

"We are priests and proud of it, but I have to know, how in the world did you know we are priests, Dressed as we are?"

"Father, it's me, Sister Mary Margaret."


THE STRIP CLUB JOKE

Bob works hard at the plant and spends two nights each week bowling and plays golf every Saturday. His wife thinks he's pushing himself too hard, so for his birthday she takes him to a local strip club.

The doorman at the club greets them and says, "Hey, Bob! How ya doin?" Bob’s wife is puzzled and asks if he's been to this club before. "Oh no," says Bob. "He's on my bowling team."

When they are seated, a waitress asks Bob if he'd like his usual and brings over a Budweiser. His wife is becoming increasingly uncomfortable and asks how the waitress knows what he wanted. "I recognize her, she's the waitress from the golf club. I always have a Bud at the end of the 1st nine, honey."

A stripper then comes over to their table, throws her arms around Bob, starts to rub herself all over him and says, "Hi Bobby. Want your usual table dance, big boy?" Bob's wife, now furious, grabs her purse and storms out of the club. Bob follows and spots her getting into a cab. Before she can slam the door, he jumps in beside her.

Bob tries desperately to explain how the stripper must have mistaken him for someone else, but his wife is having none of it. She’s screaming at him, cursing him out. As Bob tries his best to calm her down, the cabby turns around and says, "Geez, Bob, you picked up a real bitch this time."

- these thoughts flowed through Jeff's fingers @ 5:15 PM

- these thoughts flowed through Jeff's fingers @ 11:12 AM