Chunky, phlegmy pieces of blog

Random sound bites from buttfuck-early in the morning:
"It's the new Southwest Border Bowl from Taco Bell... Now I don't have to struggle to keep up my monthly payments... just as a flute can turn a small breath of air... Divorce Court continues with the case... In other words, the horses know more than I do... It's a weighty issue... stranded on a desert world... two-run single... comes to the Aussies' rescue... Who's the funny little man... about $250 million in the first quarter... They have so much fun that they forget it's exercise... 90,000 pounds of tomatoes... He ordered without my permission... Hey, yo shorty, what's up... that allow you to increase or decrease the firmness on your side of the bed... cared the least bit what became of me... you double-crossin', four-legged stool pigeon, you... hook to the body, George, hook to the body... The Rangers win it 9-4... with Cheney last night... I've got thirteen lucky horseshoes... Volunteers of America today... if he's coming with jokes, he can persuade me... the uncertainty regarding stock valuation models... with Tito Puente on the next Sunday Jazz Brunch... caught in a trap... moved to seal the entrance..."

I should be going to bed. I'll need my energy tomorrow, for all of the apologizing I forsee myself doing. Ah, so many disappointments...