Aint this Cute!

Here's a DR. P. Poorluk poem for all of you emotional types. Concept via my Rise of the Assweeds blog.

I've taped my windows to my house, securely fastened like a louse.
Drilled new peepholes to see who's there. My aim was off, can only see hair.
About the house my peepholes fall, at least 13 through every wall.
Here and there I came to find, wires in walls that cooked my mind.
The drill hit one and shot out a spark, so now I'm hidden in the dark.
I find in the dark number two can be done, but I'm still perfecting number one.
So now I hold number one till the day, at times I can't make it all the way.
Small price to pay for my seclusion, mother says I'm in some kind of delusion.
She wouldn't think of who's lurking about, she's stuck at home rubbing her gout.
But I know the freaks outside of my door, the weirdos, the  crazies with whom I'm at war!

*Gonzo the cat was not hurt in the creation of this poem.*

Deja vu & High Beams

Misc. Babble- The other day I had a moment of deja vu. I remember thinking, 'I feel as though I've done this before.' Then, ' I feel as though I've been here before!' But then, ' I feel as though I've thought this before!' This went on all day until I realized that I've done that before, which started the process all over again.

Weird Thought- Have you ever been driving down a lonely back road in the middle of the night? You may not have a moving vehicle coming at you for several miles, if at all. So you turn on your high beams. Within seconds there is another car coming! Almost without fail every time! I think this is part of the vast assweed conspiracy set up against good willed motorists.
They lie in wait for their signal, the flash of the high beams turning on. Their purpose is to inconvenience you by forcing you to shut your beams off, once you really start noticing how much better you can see everything. Even worse, they will come at you with theirs on & try to blind you right off the road!
These are the same people that take 1/2 an hour at the front of the line at the store, fumbling around with 5 bad credit cards. They can also be found 12 miles ahead of you creating traffic jams, so be aware! Please see the People are Weird post for the assweed definition.