- Your closet, Indiana, France
- July 16
- President and CEO of Your Mom
- Your closet
- Smell my Paws! Does that smell like poo to you?
Writer? No way! I'm a guy with a cat who knows my passwords and likes to blog!!
Oops, I mean, I'm a cat who likes to blog.
Smell my paws!!! French prostitutes? Only on Tuesdays!! Lets cuddle!!
MY RECENT POSTS
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January 27, 2015 12:23AM
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January 26, 2015 12:59AM
- Open call - First time you had
January 22, 2015 07:38PM
- I don't want to chose my mom's
January 21, 2015 02:44AM
- Where have you gone Walt the
Crazy Trash Bin Man?
January 17, 2015 01:30PM
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TODAY!! Hurry up!! :D”
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No sleep for the
wicked!! I very
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- “Hazzy Birfday!!!”
- “jmac, I is!!
sky, I is!!
Algis, I could!!
shhhh!!! I lie…”
Earlier today, I was sleeping, dreaming of electronic sheep, but then I woke up, refreshed and ready to take on a subject, an entity, and boy did I find one.
My first stop was to my own blog, where I was told there were a few comments from my most die… Read full post »
People here lately have been asking, "What good is Open.Salon for?"
The answer is of course, "To find love and that's the fact jack!!"
I opened up my copy of 'Willow Smith: I whip my hair back and forth' and popped back onto the best site since Geocities was around… Read full post »
I'm not a big watcher of the so called, "Reality" shows and to be truthful and to the point, I hates them more than anything on the planet.
The second biggest irk that shouldn't irk me is the whole '_________ with the Stars' shows that have "stars" that are
- folks … Read full post »
Every holiday season for a number of years, I usually try to settle myself in my comfy chair, the one I use to write serious works that get thousands if not one person reading them, and begin my Christmas letter.
This year, I don't really want anything for me… Read full post »
"Remember that time Uncle Steve caught the Christmas tree on fire and burned down our trailer back in Dalton?" my cousin Tim asked as we watched Dan Rather tell us about the meaning of Christmas on Granny's black and white TV set.
"I sure don't!"
"Thank God for repressed m… Read full post »
I am a criminal, a traitor to my country, in the modern definition of the word.
If President Obama ever found out my secret, he wouldn't send emails to me anymore requesting contributions, at least, maybe, for a month or so.
Somewhere in Butte, Montana is a folder filled with printouts… Read full post »
Every so often, I will go outside and walk down to the local watering hole for some drinks of the kind your mother drinks when she thinks about her life and what she could have been if she hadn't had you.
There will be some discussion going on, about the local… Read full post »
Oh how Aunty Rhonda loves to drink. She started drinking in 1932 and hasn't stopped since.
At least we think it's been since 1932.
Though she wasn't born until 1938.
Aunty's brains have been pickled but she still gives out advice to those who don't even ask or want it.
"You… Read full post »
Ah, another cold December Sunday, snow sprinkled on the ground just to give the illusion that there's no problems except the taxman coming up the sidewalk.
Rule #1.76: Try pulling a Government on the Taxman and see what happens.
"Sorry man, we don't have no bread right now to support… Read full post »
December 10th, 2008(as proven by this lovely little post where I confess my love for Air Supply --- or maybe that was my second post!!! http://open.salon.com/blog/tinkerertink69/2008/12/10/introductions_or_a_little_about_me) a persona known at that time as Julio Degasa wrote his first entry on someth… Read full post »
So there I was, waiting for my fur to dry and then the wife and I are off to Muncie, Indiana for a funeral.
By the way, 38 is still too young to die. Cancer and death can shove a stick up their collective asses.
Anyways, I noticed a new… Read full post »
Too much shit to worry about!
Not enough money, not enough this, not enough that, fuck, shit, poop, my god, it's full of stars.
Can't do anything about the money shortage, printing up our own is illegal, according to the fellows down at the Federal Office of that kind of stuff.… Read full post »
Ahh, another Good Spam Sunday and what a day it is.
There for a couple of seconds(okay, a day or two), I thought that the Spamming issue(we don't have problems, we have issues! Teehee) was figured out as the feed was almost completely clear of Spam (There was actual content… Read full post »
INTRODUCTION: OR AN EXPLANATION, I'M NOT SURE
It was a cold November day, two thousand and ten, possibly the twenty fourth.
The sun hadn't decided to show even a sign that it even existed. By the time it did, the sky was beginning to show signs of a… Read full post »
As everyone knows, the weekend have become Spam-a-Rama and there doesn't seem to be a cure for it, except ignoring it and sometimes, having to go to the manage comment section so the browser will get locked up for twenty minutes between clicking DELETE COMMENT.
I would like to change that… Read full post »
As most of you know, my family is so normal, it hurts when we pee. I've told you the special times we had at grandma's house, Aunt Sid's special recipes, and the love we shared around parole hearing time.
Last night, I cruised around to the different 'Live Broadcast Feed' spams… Read full post »
The other day I had an interview. Not a typical, "We have a job, we'd like to see if you fit!" but a "We're a placement/Contract to hire, here fill out these tax forms and direct deposit forms and we'll see what we can do!"
Of course, I didn't care, it… Read full post »
LETS MAKE COOKIES!!!!!
Auntie Sid loved Christmas. Every year, she’d called up my mom and go, “You guys are coming over to my house for Christmas!!”
And my mom would say, “Uh, okay, is it okay with mom?”
“Fuck mom… Read full post »
THIS IS THE POST THAT GIVES
YOU AN ITCHY RASH,
IT GOES ON AND ON MY FRIEND,
SOMEBODY POSTED IT, NOT KNOWING WHAT IT WAS AND THEY'LL GO ON FOREVER, SCRATCHING AND ITCHING THEIR RASH.....
((And repeat till you die))
Haha, just kidding, I was going to title this, Good News Monday: My penis hasn'… Read full post »
Love, horrible affliction. Makes grown men cry and they're not even watching 'Ole Yeller'. It'll make a grown woman tell her best friend, 'I found the man I will love forever' and truely mean it, not just some line she heard in some movie.
Love will cripple you, make you do… Read full post »
Today, as I wandered the nether-regions of the Internet, I was reminded of what makes this land the best land ever.
Later, after I got enough of chicks with dicks, I decided to head down to the 'Inventing Closet' and started working on the coolest device EVER!!!
The Today Show… Read full post »
Hi and welcome to the newest series of 'How To' inspired by actual blogs on Open.Salon.Com, where our motto is, 'If it fits your ass, you got yourself a dress!' (Legal Disclaimer: Not really, Open use to have a motto, , was like, 'Write shit and people will mock you!' Some… Read full post »
Granny, as always, was drunk that Thanksgiving. Pop wasn't too far behind along with mother and her sister, Aunty Sid.
The children all hid out in the living room, watching TV on the black and white set that grandma always insisted was top of the line in the world of television.… Read full post »
Every day, A group of newbies who aren't spammers will come onto this site with a gleam in their eyes, and a dream to become a world famous blogger.
These same people usually end up leaving a week later, broken, beaten and swear they will never attempt to blog ever… Read full post »
Granny Lindsay always said, "If you don't eat your pudding, I'll deck ya!" and we always ate our pudding, even the icky stuff, like raisin.
Every year it was the same thing, "I don't wanna go! She'll make us eat raisin pudding and tell us stupid stories about her left toe!"… Read full post »