Clinty!!! February 26, 2006
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Hello Clinty!!
Here’s some pictures from my room
And here are some pictures from the general area…
Just a little journal all about about me
Hello Clinty!!
Here’s some pictures from my room
And here are some pictures from the general area…
Here we go! Finally, a message from Clint Whitney… Montreal’s native son, self-described Hugonaught… (don’t know what that means)… and community activist!
This is it. This is Life. The one you get, so go and have a ball.
Beause the world don’t move to the beat of just one drum.
What might be right for you may not be right for some.
You take the good, you take the bad
You take them both and there you have
My opening statement… on Donna’s web blog.
Sit, Ubu, sit.
Good dog.
Your too funny!! AAAH!
Memories of Duckman, the unforgettable ranter…
“YOU think I’m sick? Well the only disease I’ve got is “Modern Life,” a
schnutbusting gauntlet of inefficiency and misery that’s one long parade of let-downs, put-downs, trickle downs, shutouts, freezeouts, sell-outs, numnuts, nincompoops and nimrods, all making every day as much fun as waxing a flaming Pontiac with your tongue, where even if you do luck into the possibility of some fleeting pleasure, like, say, if some nymphomaniac telephone operators with the muscle control of Rumanian mat-slappers agree to a little Strip Air Hockey, it’ll be over before it starts ‘cuz some vowel-lacking, feta-reeking cab-jockey slams his Checker up your hatchback and the cab is owned by some pinata spanker from a Santeria cult in Xoacalpa who starts shaking chicken bones at you and gives you a boil on your neck so big all it needs is Michael Jordan’s autograph to make it complete, and even with all this, with ALL THIS, I still drag my sorry butt off the Sealy every morning and stick my face in the reaping machine for one more day, knowing when it’s time to flash the cosmic card key at those Pearly Gates, I won’t be in the coffin anyway ‘cuz some underhanded undertaker sold my heart, pancreas and other assorted Good ‘N’ Plenty to that same Santeria cult so does anybody really wonder why anybody is hanging onto sanity by the atoms on the tips of their fingernails while Life dirty dances on their digits, and is it really any wonder that I seem DERANGED???!! …
But…heh-heh… that’s probably nothing you haven’t heard a hundred times before…”