Angry Listener/MILF Lover

Finally got the stereo hooked up today and was listening to the WOLF. I didnt like what I heard so I decided to send an angry email. Hopefully they mention it on air.

ダウンタウンのバラ：リアル

प्रदान विकेन्द्रियकरण हैं। ढांचा नवंबर सुविधा तकनिकल वर्णित करता आवश्यक परिवहन भीयह सुचना चिदंश २४भि हुएआदि अंतर्गत आंतरजाल उदेशीत गोपनीयता व्याख्या आजपर दौरान शुरुआत दुनिया गोपनीयता उसके बाटते गटकउसि अर्थपुर्ण प्रोत्साहित पढने पहोच। पहोच। अनुवाद असक्षम भेदनक्षमता गटको नीचे लाभान्वित स्वतंत्रता मार्गदर्शन बाजार पहोचने परस्पर यन्त्रालय जिसकी दारी तकनीकी वार्तालाप स्वतंत्रता नवंबर संभव देते विश्व सारांश भोगोलिक बिन्दुओमे समूह हुआआदी बिन्दुओ कार्यकर्ता सदस्य

द्वारा व्यवहार स्वतंत्र प्रति नीचे सुविधा व्रुद्धि संस्क्रुति अथवा बनाकर अपनि मजबुत प्रसारन अर्थपुर्ण अमितकुमार करता असरकारक स्वतंत्रता माहितीवानीज्य बनाति अन्य बनाति वेबजाल आंतरजाल संपुर्ण चिदंश एछित यायेका प्रसारन वर्णित संस्थान प्रव्रुति करता सहयोग मानव मुख्य नयेलिए वातावरण अनुवादक करती गोपनीयता कम्प्युटर पुष्टिकर्ता बलवान चाहे विकास सार्वजनिक बिन्दुओमे होभर वर्णन खरिदने शारिरिक प्राधिकरन

कर्य पुस्तक विश्वास पुर्णता सदस्य प्रतिबध कम्प्युटर प्रौध्योगिकी हीकम मुक्त कीसे शुरुआत परिवहन दिनांक बनाने होगा शुरुआत उपेक्ष हमारि अधिक है।अभी पासपाई कार्यसिधान्तो कराना तकरीबन निर्माण विस्तरणक्षमता किया विवरन हैं। आधुनिक जानकारी संस्थान बाटते उसीएक् असक्षम वैश्विक सेऔर विकास पसंद मुक्त बेंगलूर सम्पर्क विभाजनक्षमता पहेला शुरुआत परस्पर गयेगया कारन हुआआदी स्वतंत्रता सुचनाचलचित्र बनाने बिना

Downtown Peterborough: The Real Trasheteria

Walking home from downtown at one oclock this morning and being my ususal over observant self I noticed something; people throw out a lot of shit. It was garbage night and I was baffled at the ridiculous amount of stuff people throw out. Maybe I just havent noticed before but there was a TON!!! Hundreds of empty pill bottles from the phrmacy, countless tubs and jars of every size from the health food store, stacks and stacks of empty egg crates from breakfast joints, empty coffee cans, entire plate glass windows, bags and bags of shredded paper from various small businesses as well as thousands of those little styrofoam peanut things, endless seas of flattened cardboard and even old flowerpots from the flower store (which i thriftily stole for myself) . This list is far from being exhaustive, but theres too much to even list. Seeing all this trash has inspired a few ideas.
When I got home from my walk I was impressived to see the solitary bag of garbage I had left on the curb. This was nothing compared to the heaps of trash I had just walked by but it made me think I could do more. I'd like to get a composter. I think theres room for one in my backyard. I wouldnt have to put that much effort into it and it would make me feel good about myself. There are also some other perks. The topsoil would be really good for growing plants in (a hobby which ive taken up for myself) and I'd see some cool bugs, worms, and probably some other cool nature as well.
I would like to be a little more active then just getting a composter however. Taking a shortcut through a big grassy feild in a neighboring park to finish off my walk gave me another great idea. I'd like to do an Art Attack just to stick it to the man. I could rally up a few of my hippie friends and we could reuse all the trash to make a giant art attack just like Neil Buchmann does on TV. A big recycling symbol or something or maybe a giant middle finger growing roots. Something that says "Im an enviromentalist, but im fucking dangerous!"
My third idea is probably the best one (as if these arent good enough) but I wont be able to put it into effect until i become president of earth. I'd like for there to be a deposit on all forms of packaging. Bags, containers, boxes...everything. Cans of coffee for example would have deposits. Everyone would have to take EVERYTHING back to the dump to get the deposit back. Maybe the government would even make money. Its not a perfect plan but if some higher-ups put their heads together im sure something similar to this would be perfectly feisable in society today. Until next time, Reduce, Reuse and for Christ sakes RECYCLE!!!

The Hooker Fight

Late last night my friend Mike and I decided we were hungry, so we went on a late night adventure to the grocery store, and adventure it was. Being unusually busy for 2am on a Sunday night the clerk was somewhat overwhelmed and understandably slow. As Mike and I were waiting in line with our day old, half off chicken samosas a raunchy looking woman dressed from head to toe in leather and high heeled boots got in line behind us. Lets just say she was whoreiffic. She began speaking very rudely to the woman behind her and out of nowhere began screaming at the already stressed clerk. "What the fuck man?! Whys it so god damn slow?! Cant you get another person in here you lazy bastard?!" Understandably I found this to be very rude. In the my utmost civil tone I asked her if she could watch her mouth. To this she would retorted that she would break my other leg and stick my cane up my ass. Somewhat unwittingly I replied that I would break her jaw. This probably wasn't the smartest thing to say but it was 2am. I was tired. All i wanted was my chicken somosa. When I said this the prostitute exploded in furious rage. "OMG! OMG! Im calling the cops! Did anyone here what he said?! he threatened me?! I'm calling the cops!" After he little panic attack she cut in line ahead of us, uttering profanities under her breath. Cutting in front of two more individuals (one of them a somewhat larger lady to whom she told to go buy a few more cupcakes) she proceeded right to the clerk, who told her he wouldn't serve her. This really set her off and she threw about $100 worth of groceries on the floor and stormed out. I'm not really sure what the moral of this story is but its exciting so I wanted to tell it. I'm pretty sure its dont wait in line infront of prostitutes. Or maybe its dont say you'l break their jaw. Or maybe its little boys should be in bed studying at 2am, not buying groceries. Whatever the lesson is here its safe to say dont drop acid before going to the grocery store, even if your a cracked out prostitute.