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[wickedflea]

Trent Lott is a pathetic sack of cold dog shit. One of the great regrets of my life is that I didn't tell him to get stuffed when I had the chance. He gave a speech at MSU when I worked for The Reflector, and he came down and shook all the reporters' hands afterward. Before I could even figure out what was going on, there I was shaking the swine's hand and mumbling my name. Just think--I could have looked him right in the eye, smiled, and said, "Eat shit . . . fuck you very much . . . bastard" and he couldn't have done a damned thing. But what if he'd tried to bodyslam me? That would have been the greatest! I could have donned a neck brace and sued him like crazy.

Oh, but I did get one shot at him when I asked him on a TV call-in show if it was true that Mississippi's Republican Governor, Kirk Fordice, was a "little lesbian midget boy who stands ten feet tall with a knife." That ruled!!! I gotta make a video clip of that sometime--the look on his face is just classic. But here's a still, and you can hear the audio here.

Hey, does that audio link work for anyone? It always worked before, but my RealPlayer is giving me error messages! Bogus.

update: You might have to empty your cache and/or update your RealPlayer. I did both, and now it works. BTW, does anyone remember when RealPlayer wasn't total junk? When it didn't install shortcuts all over your system, steal your file associations, put itself in the system tray, and generally suck ass? Yes, it's been a good while.

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[rottensick.livejournal.com]

Ahhh!
AHHHHH!!!!!!
That man!
He looks like my father that I haven't seen in years!

[wickedflea.livejournal.com]

WEAGGGHHHHH! That is truly, truly scary, because this guy happens to be an evil robot. I know, I've seen the space-age hair up close.

ps i am not sober

[rottensick.livejournal.com]

One day I will have to make copies of and distribute this fine piece of documentary called the 1988 Seafirst Bank Operations Group Achievement Awards. It is this really fake awards gathering in which my father was the main speaker (being one of the head members of the bank). Everything is all 80's and my father speaks in it like he is going to war with other banks. They keep showing these cheesy commercial-esque film shorts with supposed customers and their top of the line technology (i.e. Mac computers of the 80's and the brand new ATM machines). Sounds pretty typical. Well, IT GETS WORSE. In one of the film shorts they all have a skit in which they dance around in the bank office singing revised lyrics to We Will Rock You. It is pretty horrifying. I can't describe it myself, it is something that one needs to witness themselves.

It is no surprised that my alcoholic banker father ran off with his secretary in the same year. I was probably 6 years old.

Re: ps i am not sober

[wickedflea.livejournal.com]

Oh, man, that has got to be truly scary! If you distribute that it'll be bigger than Heavy Metal Parking Lot.