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This blog is dedicated to whatever I happen to feel like saying at the time. I am not always right, but I reserve the right to think I am. Everything I say is not going to be absolute truth, as I fall prey to satire, comedy, mayhem and bad reading habits. If you choose to believe what you're told without doing any research, you get what you deserve. If you know the answer better than I, speak up, or forever hold your, well, you know...
WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE
I have set up this blog site largely because I don't want anyone else to be held responsible for the entirety of my ranting, thoughtfulness, ego mania, raging dispair or uncontrolable delight. Ad Nauseum.
I thoroughly enjoy posting on the ever-so-lighthearted Face Book, however, everybody needs a ventilator sometime.
This is mine.
Take it for what it's worth.
Or not.
I'll probably do it anyway.
Yes, I'm sure of it.
And yes, all material here is copyrighted.
Please ask permission before using any of it, or at least give me the damn credit.
I thoroughly enjoy posting on the ever-so-lighthearted Face Book, however, everybody needs a ventilator sometime.
This is mine.
Take it for what it's worth.
Or not.
I'll probably do it anyway.
Yes, I'm sure of it.
And yes, all material here is copyrighted.
Please ask permission before using any of it, or at least give me the damn credit.
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September
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- Sunday Wit da Family & Dem
- The Teacher of Wisdom, by Osacr Wilde
- A Thousand Words
- I Done Told It To The Monkey...
- A Local Legend Passes On...
- OBAMA '08
- Nanny Nanny Boo Boo
- For My Favorite Libertine
- The Big Picture
- I Broke New Olreans
- Bigger Bullshit From Bigger Government - The Ladie...
- More Stupid Shit From City Hall
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September
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About Me
- Lord David
- Lord David was born feet first with teeth, stolen by Gypsies & raised by Pirates. After being captured by The Evil One during the War with the Giant Rats of Sumatra, Lord David escaped by drawing a window seat third class bus ticket to Cleveland on a cereal box top, and jumped ship in New Orleans. Scoundrel, artist, bartender, hot shot guitar player, ex-punk & rock singer, late night pub philosopher, general layabout & vagabond, he can be found doing whatever pays or entertains. He is also the founder & host of the Skull Club.
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