The state of the state is a total wreck
I'm so confused, it's even worse than you'd suspect
To keep throwing parties I need a stimulus check
When I get --raw-- I start wars
It's on son, don't ever forget
When I'm on one, bodies hit the floor
I smoke so much weed my teeth turned green
It's no joke, I got a deadly disease
Called "fuck you, I'm gonna do as I please"
Senseless to try to stop it
Even worse to deny or interrupt it
I'm more corrupted than seven politicians all named Bush
And every one of them the devil's puppet
You got some beef...
I got more chicken and pork than most folks stomachs could put up with
Plus I got the knives, the wine, the forks and a big fat smile to serve them up with
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Journal entry for Feb 24, 2009 (the State of the State rap)
Hi, I'm Andrew, AKA Hoodyup the Evil Caregiver, and I approved this blog post. I may not have been in my right mind at the time, but what's done is done. I stand by my sins. Eppur si muove.
I started this blog as a way to vent my frustrations with life, the universe and everything (not the book by Douglas Adams; that was quite good, actually).
My seemingly charmed life took a turn in 2004 when my wife Sharon was diagnosed with MS. This blog documents the fallout and revisits the past, as well as chronicling my dreams and rants throughout the years.
Be warned - explicit language and content that runs the gamut can be found in these posts, which describe personal events, both real and those dreamed up by my overactive nocturnal psyche.
Also, I use real names whenever possible, so if you see a post with your name on it, it probably refers to you. Unless, of course, you don't know me, in which case it is purely coincidental.
Enjoy your visit. Comment, if you so desire, or lurk privately. This blog can be your guilty pleasure (or displeasure).
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