Newborns have the same expression right out of the womb, don't you think?

Hey Jimbo, I had to come to personally thank you for your awesome response to "Mark's" comment that was left on my blog. I was surprised to see that you even still visit since I've just about abandoned blogland. That just made me miss reading everyone's great story's that kept me entertained throughout my boring day at my boring job.

Anyways, you ROCK!

Doesn't suprise me...I overcooked a corner on the Triumph the other day and as that truck loomed close, I can guarantee you the look on my face was of utter shock.

"What?? My brand-new Michelins are letting GO??"

"Maybe the realization that the meaning of life was only to live is so profound that we, in our last breath, are blown over by the obvious simplicity of it all."

Hmm. This fits right into where I'm headed these days. Are you sure you're not really a slick and beachy Buddhist? ;-)

Thanks for giving me some food for thought today.

I didn't know people like you rode bikes.

All I have to go on is my experience as an Okie girl. When I was eight, my dad lived in an apartment complex laid out exactly like Melrose Place. Only Heather Locklear was nowhere to be seen. The only person there who had all of their teeth was this chick who wore nothing but spandex.

Anyhoo, In the apartment directly below my dad's, there was a delightful couple. "Booger" was his name. I don't remember her's. I remember one afternoon he came roaring in on his bike. Somehow lost his balance (drunk anyone?) and his beer when splattering all over the concrete.

He yelled,"SHIT", took off his glasses, threw them on the ground. Yelled "shit" again. Went inside, hit his wife a few times, and then fucked her, VERY LOUDLY.

God I miss home.

When you die, the first plane you travel through on the way to heaven or hell is the Plane of Socks. Your soul is still somewhat tied to your body at that point, so the look of surprise is from knowing where all those mismatched socks went. It must be a wonderful feeling.

If I was about to die I would pretty surprised too!

hey! yay for meet ups!
dawn (swayframe) and i met for lunch for the first time yesterday!! the caption on my pic i posted of us says it all. :)

yep, it was a great meetup, one of those times where you think to yourself, "hey, this guy is from the same planet i'm from!"

LOL, the car keys, awesome! Great post my friend.

when i worked in the ICU i saw my fair share of just-having-died-people, and for the most part it got to be stock work, rolling them up in plastic and taping them shut, but with their eyes open sometimes, i just had to close them with my fingers. it seems like the least i could do, they have to die in this 'sterile' hospital and their eyes are perpetually open foreveer? that'd suck. if you ever find me dead, please close my eyes for me too.

melly, i don't think you realize how fucking cool you really are.

tassy, i never want to see you dead. alive is way way way WAY better. especially when you are alive in my house. come visit soon! i miss you!

(besides, if you were dead i wouldn't want to be labeled creepy or anything if i tried to cop a feel)

a joke people! a joke. relax.

All chicks from Tulsa are cool.