n 3 in idea barrages

The liquor store whose lotto was always down, gone now, only vulgar doodles in its window dust left as epitaph.

There is a seemingly closed auto shop near the Mohawk/Ilion line called “Frank’s Body Shop” or something and, like, it seems like the perfect place to put a Halloween house but what do I know. I just note perfection in wordplay and move on.

Maybe life is just the process of the universe digesting you.

The reason America can’t get our heads around shows having villain protagonists (Rick & Morty, Breaking Bad, Sopranos, Big Bang Theory, Friends, every serial killer show) and have to try to rehabilitate them as anti-heroes is that America is built around the lie that you are always the main character. We think a protagonist CAN’T be bad. We’re broken like that.

Here’s another amazing parody I could never do because not enough people know the song, Built To Spill’s “Untrustable” about those Uncrustables sandwiches.

Those who do not learn from the past are doomed to suffer a lifetime of lazy cash-in soft reboots with cameos by whichever people from the past are hard up for money.

Why say “I hid the drugs in my shoe” when you can say “I’m wearing high heels”?

An insult that would be amazing if more people knew more words would be “Yeah, he really puts the cop in coprophagia.”