Wednesday, October 13, 2010
and now, the starting pitcher for YOUR Texas Rangers...
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Adullah the Butcher done right
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Let's go to Hotlanta!
Friday, August 27, 2010
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Monday, August 23, 2010
One step closer to all of David's aliases.
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Friday, August 20, 2010
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Get your IFC in order boys...
'Kids in the Hall' reunite for comedy miniseries
The Canadian-born funny guys are back on television
see me
Now they're back on TV screens in "The Kids in the Hall: Death Comes to Town," a four-hour miniseries on IFC. The first pair of half-hour episodes airs Friday (10 p.m. EDT).
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Bringing the heat without mercy
Please Edit and Add
Babies don’t float.
A carpet belt, watering dirt.
Shoes, sleeves and ties
Two thirds of what I write.
My own version of “I don’t mind if it’s bright outside.”
You know our needs, the white van from last night and a girl in red jeans.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Sunday, July 25, 2010
It's Charles Barkley Trrrible
Friday, July 23, 2010
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Monday, July 19, 2010
Friday, July 16, 2010
Don't call it a comeback
FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLS.
Like Bobby Goin's faith.
and plastinated egos.
Monday, July 12, 2010
Can't live there
History channel shows things that have happened.
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Nothing is true, everything is permitted.
Who the fuck is right, what the fuck is right, is there a trusted source for some goddamn information? 18 sources say one thing and 15 reporters rub another one out in your eye. Does it add up, nowadays fuck yes it does and it probably did back then with a different font. Did the Moore’s bring paper to Europe, the textbook written in 2007 says no, but information now says “sure” what answer do you pencil in on the fucking Scantrontm.
I’ve lost trust in the written word and the audible and visual mediums are quickly collapsing, if realism is in question. People fake all representations of shit. Here, fucking eat it Dudley Moore says “It’s good!”, and the Jonas brother were seen pissing on a fucking turd last week. Fuck!
Friday, June 11, 2010
Monday, June 7, 2010
Friday, June 4, 2010
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Saturday, May 29, 2010
35 years of Skeegleton
"It's MY Birfday."
Friday, May 28, 2010
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Friday, May 21, 2010
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Friday, May 7, 2010
Monday, May 3, 2010
Keepin' it REAL
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Per the pending action item
"What?"
"You heard me, dicknuts. Host country....donuts???"
"That was not mentioned in the brochure. I asked Corbin...hey, someone get Corbin Bersen on the phone. I asked him specifically what the protocol was for something like this.....what, NOBODY has Corbin's number? His cell? Nothing? Pager???? something? Fucking useless....all of you. No, not you, GreggRuled. But the rest of you...fucking useless."
"Host country brings donuts."
Monday, April 12, 2010
friends with Krystal Palace on face book!
Friday, April 9, 2010
Monday, April 5, 2010
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Crystal Palace - Read the comments, and lets rock that shit.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Monday, March 29, 2010
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
I ain't the one
Ode
Sometimes I used to wonder,
How the hell an ugly dude get a fine girls number.
He’s getting juiced for his duckets.
I tell a girl in a minute “yo, I drive a bucket”.
And won’t think nothin of it.
She can ride or walk, either love it or leave it.
Monday, March 22, 2010
Tullamore Dew
Huh?
Lies.
That don't even rhyme.
So
Okay
What?
You said dipshit?
Frankly, I did.
Frankly?
Ain't no ho called gets called 'cept I'ma call it a ho
Plagiarist!
So
Dipshit?
Old souls like me
like your momma
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Friday, March 12, 2010
Skeegs be BLOWIN IT UP!
I like chicken fried but more mainstream like my stream. My stream be choked too. Might be countin them internal rocks. Them that like to pass w/piss. If anyone passes you piss might I suggest you step off.
Watching some kid show with my kids. A bully grabbed two boys at the urinal troughs and made them face each other thus pissing on each other’s pants. I laugh. I laugh a lot. Kid shows pay off but the sheer volume that must be perused can be a deal breaker.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Kurt Rambis lies When He Cries
Will history show that March 11, 2010 marked the beginning of
intercontinental impregnation?
From Group .0001,written by 622 authors, vetted by 529 viewers "...this observed increase could be largely due to natural variability...there is new and stronger evidence that most pregnancies over the last 36 years is attributable to The Lymph Node Squad."
Ar4 tracks 4 million models from across the world and unanimous agreements exist among those doubled from preindustrial protocols. Although passing legislation to service incubators, companies in the EU, North America, Japan and even China are announcing their own emission reduction programs. Chairman of the LNSC, Fred, has said forthrightly, "In case you missed the nuance,I hope this report will shock people. Arrogantly and optimistically ***hard replied, "Sorry Kristal, thank you Jasmine."
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Potato Salad Fun-Fest
Sweaty lips, sweaty eyes...sweaty horoscope. Nothing's free anymore.
I just burned the dog.
Shape up or ship for only $3.99/lb now with one-click membership.
What have you done to deserve me?
Love,
Fred
P.S. It smells like your toast is burning.
Monday, March 8, 2010
Friday, March 5, 2010
Skeegleton Remembers
August 15, 1988 my Mom’s 35th birthday, a memory delivering a valuable lesson;
one can look, but one can’t stare without permission.
Glass splits, metal burns and steel wrinkles hoping to match wet fingers from the pool. Bodies and blood scattered inside my Pa-pa’s Cadillac with something still smelling like concession-stand cheeseburgers. Oliva’s face was broken covering the steering wheel; Mom the only passenger wearing a seatbelt in the car had bruised ribs. My sister with fractured lips and nose sat sandwiched between me and my brother with an unconscious, open head.
The only injuries I endured, (eventually adapting to reward) would be the spectacle in front of my eyes. I didn’t know too much about driving except we were moving too fast to stop ahead of time, and seconds slowed down mistakably fast. I didn’t differentiate or appreciate detail until that moment. My eyelids were powerless, and my mind raced to ingest every force without summarization. Everything was fantastic for 29 seconds.
Reality quickly pitched attention, sirens sang as I sat on the curb abandoned with my sister waiting for someone I knew to arrive. I watched my family strapped, stained and carried. I was angry watching strangers enjoying the i and I without consent. Antagonized resentment fueled fetid emotions. I was once that family sprinkled within a once 14 foot fancy car so I confronted those eyes reflecting behind their own chrome door handles.
Finally, Fred arrived, “How’d they find him!” My sister and I remember it differently, Closing my eyes I see the cigarette lighter and feel the pilly interior which I rubbed my hands from frustration on Fred’s work-truck she thinks it’s the custom Sparkle-Bleu van of our Dads.
My life changed, I learned never to avert my eyes, creating an appreciation for 1/5000 of a second from behind a lens or a single brush stroke that might take ten minutes to think of. You can’t blame a scopophiliac’s propensity of watching substance in a redundant world. From a vicariate’s view, simple gore, boredom, humility, frustration, happiness, they’re all excited; I’ve changed knowing I like real life, not reality television real life, Real Life, but you have to sign up for it.
Memories disappeared until seeing my brother and praying “God save him, I’m sorry for everything I ever asked of you, that stupid baseball game…straight A’s…picked last and on everyone at school. Save him, Oliva, my Mom, and Sister”.
is that blood?
Also, for those about to know I dropped a full frontal, wildly animated "Thanks man" with the finger sniff and it felt totally wicked awesome with a hint of fantastic. then I tried every door handle I could find.
suck it
Monday, March 1, 2010
Skeegs needs to learn how to log in
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Saturday, February 27, 2010
Friday, February 26, 2010
People train runs out of Stubbville.
Neal: I do NOT play with my balls.
Del: Larry Bird doesn't do as much ball-handling in one night as you do in an hour!
Neal: Are you trying to start a fight?
Del: No. I'm simply stating a fact. That's all. You fidget with your nuts a lot.
Neal: You know what'd make me happy?
Del: Another couple of balls, and an extra set of fingers?
Thursday, February 25, 2010
RKS Sleeptalking
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
make it enough
Skeegs wants his bike back
Monday, February 22, 2010
Per Sender Regarding Lifeless Beings (A Skeegs be trippin' Production)
#3 "Shut -Up!"
#5 "Quiet!" another screams. "I cain't and ain't but gonna kick that taint."
.........................(then).
#4 "I don't care about you right now an I' it's the 1600 block!"
Four females kick and pummel a stranger with clothes on.
#2 "Don't come over here Don't Come, Over Here!!"
Passing judgments without turn signals, Injuries to his mouth, limited info, and we don't know why these shoes hurt..
#1 "wet noodles harder have harder noodkes th...."
Crunching phalanges.
#3, #4, #5 "Al Dente" they politely interrupt.
"My stretched beanie's like in YLentsl!" Contestant #1 exclaims.
#3 "Brabra Striesand's style!" Her foot still remains.
Kojak tactics choke like lactics, intolerant and full of rejection.
#4 "Not till he looks 18% gray."
Dangling like amniotic sacs on a clothes-line. "Happy Birthdays! Fred!"
Friday, February 12, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Capital idea coming soon!
Come one. Come all. Get douched how you like it. How you need it. Something you got needs douched? Come to me and my clinic. Refillable gifts cards will be available soon. Get it for your loved ones. Get if for those you don't like but know they need it or have something that needs it.
Things need douching and PLEASE tell me if you know of anyone else that is better suited to douch something out than this guy. Anyone? That is what I thought.
Second on the list of things to do is to be able to mobilize my services. Anywhere, any time.
This is a highly unserved market. DOUCHERS UNITE!!!
Your lady friend not handling things correctly? Come on in!
Your animals fouling up your scene? Bring it!
Your car, turck or van not have that fresh feeling? Let's do this!
Also available, the unprecedented and record breaking, now patented UN-douching!
Your buddy came over with frosted tips? Fuck him, let's fix that!
Your boss enjoys flaunting his self-importance? Let's take him/her down a peg!
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Friday, February 5, 2010
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Skeegs Speaks
The doctor said, "Your eyes are dried Fred, but what happened to MY skin. I'm picking blood from my scalp, veins(I before E except after look okay). I express my deepest sympathy and neglect. You cry when you laugh but you're still dying. You're still eating, you're still, you're still FFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEDDDDDDDDDDD!".
You did?
So, let's do this thing. Again.
Where's my wilin' SOBs? Where's my writin' so and sos? Because they do call them SOs sometimes, too.
"How you ain't got my shit when I let you hold it?"
Friday, January 29, 2010
Don't get me starty
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Fred Gives
"Damn, I look good."
Crowded winds forced the onlookers to flee. "Does Polly want a cracker?"
You be the judge of me, Holmes. I've got work to do.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
weapons dont kill, we do
Check the website for trailer as well as an opportunity to design T-Shirts or submit musical scores for the movie.
http://www.lastritesfilm.com/
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