Rico Amore Presents

As fall's golden lumen ensconces the landscape, I find myself seeing things in a more somber tone. I have started to give up on Uncyclopedia in exchange for Bartleby . I think this is the beginning of something bigger. My own private writing is coming along nicely albeit very slowly. The realization that what I think of as hilarious other people find childish still bothers me only because it pains me to see people taking themselves too seriously (or seriously at all). It is good to laugh and have fun and make fun of things, people, and ideas. Sure, some things are serious, but at what point does one say, "I'm not laughing at that fart joke"? I ask students what defines them as individuals, and the usual answer is "personality," to which I respond, "Everyone has personality - even if it's stiff and boring." Then the thinking begins. Now, in defense of all things sacred. Golf is very serious - it is not a game. It is not a pastime, or a hobby, or

Faithful readers, My blog will no longer be a source of mindless pablum. I will endeavor to write serious pieces dealing with issues pertinent to the very souls of humanity. No more fart jokes, gone are the innumerable Uranus spiels, so long to Mr. Fuckyouman; make way for the polemic, chaste, beneficent, and noble. My first entry: The declining middle class in America and its effect on non-technology based economies of the rural Southwest. Just kidding; If I had a million dollars I'd buy a new ass - mine has a hole in it! checkmate fuckers

The same people who think Bush is doing a good job are the same ones that think evolution is "just a theory." Fuckin' tards . Anyway Catnip, Start here Also, I just so happen to be having a great week. Today I played the greatest outdoor game ever instead of going to school. Tomorrow, alas, I will teach, but then Thursday and Friday, back to the mutherfukin golf course - that's right baby, an overnight trip to Buena Vista and Salida. Hey man, is that Black Sabbath? Well turn it up!

I know I write about some dumb shit - like your anus - but the trip to Vegas was the shizznit. Most dorks don't know enough about music to listen to Tool, but the real mutherfukin rockers, punkers, G's and thugs know what the fuck I'm talkin'bout. Anyway, I went to the Hilton to see the StarTrek experience. Man, was that fucking weak ! Not one fucking Stormtrooper!! I want to see some Wookies or sumthin' but NOOOOOO. They didn't even say "nanoo nanoo" Fuckin' hillbillies. Aside from that, Vegas was cool. I lost a mimimal amount of money, saw some crazy shit and didn't puke - yea me! Will I go back, you're pondering. Hell ya. What happens in a dead bum's ass - stays in a dead bum's ass.