... speaking of which, reminds me how impressed I was when I heard Ms Patti Smith sing "Jesus died for somebody's sins But not mine"
and that great line in Bonnie & Clyde when they arrive at the farmer's right after the bank has claimed back his house Beatty: I'm Clyde Barrow and this is Bonnie Parker - we rob banks. Farmer:Come right in
That was either a play on words (sufficient to make my testicles retreat into my gut) or a real head-scratcher...
Are you referring to the way he himself created many of the most lasting, absurd, unlikely, and sinister conspiratorial urban legends that we STILL hear falling out of credulous long-haired faces occasionally? Otherwise you lost me Brother D.J.
Also: sounds like the kind of thing they'd have hidden away in the basement of the vatican, right? Probably to keep it from being used as a garotte (or wiggly athame) in some horrible cthonic invocation of the elder gods. It's probably the only way to kill Jesus or something. Which brings us right back to where we started, I guess, with ol Johnny dying for my sins. I guess I better go make it worth his while!
... speaking of which, reminds me how impressed I was when I heard Ms Patti Smith sing
ReplyDelete"Jesus died for somebody's sins
But not mine"
and that great line in Bonnie & Clyde when they arrive at the farmer's right after the bank has claimed back his house
Beatty: I'm Clyde Barrow and this is Bonnie Parker - we rob banks.
Farmer:Come right in
They say his 23 inch penis stills sits preserved in a jar somewhere (and by "They", I mean R.A.Wilson)
ReplyDeleteIt's all R.A.Wilson if you don't slice too close to the bone.
ReplyDeleteThat was either a play on words (sufficient to make my testicles retreat into my gut) or a real head-scratcher...
ReplyDeleteAre you referring to the way he himself created many of the most lasting, absurd, unlikely, and sinister conspiratorial urban legends that we STILL hear falling out of credulous long-haired faces occasionally?
Otherwise you lost me Brother D.J.
Also: sounds like the kind of thing they'd have hidden away in the basement of the vatican, right? Probably to keep it from being used as a garotte (or wiggly athame) in some horrible cthonic invocation of the elder gods. It's probably the only way to kill Jesus or something.
Which brings us right back to where we started, I guess, with ol Johnny dying for my sins. I guess I better go make it worth his while!
You got it in one, bro.
ReplyDeleteI believe every word but only on Tuesdays.
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