I remember Johnny Cash
posted by Fang Bastardson at 12:13 AM
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
About Me
- Name: Fang Bastardson
- Location: Nowheresville, Kansas
Born in the wild to Canadian Timberwolves, Fang was wrestled from his mother's teat at an early age and placed in the custody of a government sponsored think tank in New York City. He escaped at age seven by gnawing off a doo-claw and has been riding a wave of self-righteous indignation to Nowheresville, baby, ever since. He is currently enjoying being a PhD (by marriage), but on the advice of his attorney has refused all comment except to assert an apparently deeply-held conviction that frozen strawberries should be thawed, not microwaved.
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- I stand corrected! (a humble mea culpa)
- If it’s Wednesday, the President must be shoveling...
- What I’ve Learned About Parenting – Year One
- THE DISS IS DONE!
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1 Comments:
Thank you for honoring the man today. You're spot on - words fail to measure the void he left behind.
I'm comforted by an image in my mind of he and June on the far side banks of Jordan, drawing pictures in the sand. They are supremely happy.
8:32 AM
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