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For those who may not know the Jones Soda co. puts out some holiday flavored Sodas which I got and Drank this xmas. Here are the flavors.

Turkey and Gravy, Wild Herb Stuffing, Brussels Sprout, Cranberry, and Pumpkin pie

Cranberry was the only one i really liked. To make a long story short.

Pumpkin pie tasted like crap

Turkey and gravy had the smell of a tv dinner with the taste of garbage.

Wild Herb Stuufing leads you on to think it will taste good by its smell but once you try it you find it to taste like dish water out of your sink.

Best for last though was the Brussels sprout which people could smell it from across the room it was so disgusting that i thought "if it smells this bad the taste couldn't but any worse. How wrong I was. JUST ONE DROP MADE ME WANT TO VOMIT. I swallowed that drop kicking and crying. How can a soda do this to me? I did make my neices in law drink this crap with me. and one could not keep it down

What did i learn from this is what i'm geting the people i don't like for xmas next year.

It's a boring day - I've got nothing to do
Except to get a load of retards and drive em to the zoo

Euwoaille takin' retards to the zoo
Euwoaille takin' retards to the zoo

Load 'em on a bus just for laughs
Down a winding road stepping on the gas
Down a winding road just to stay dreaming
Down a winding road with the retards screaming

Euwoaille takin' retards to the zoo
Euwoaille takin' retards to the zoo

One of them blowing a big spit bubble
Slam on the brakes at the first sign of trouble
Head on collision bodies everywhere
Head on collision retards beware

Euwoaille takin' retards to the zoo
Euwoaille takin' retards to the zoo

~Song by Dead Milkmen~

Jack Thompson is this lawer who hates video games and he runs a site called stopkill.com which is full of all kinds of bull crap about how games being evil.

Anyway Gabe on Penny-Arcade.com emailed the guy on something new he brought up, it goes something like this.

---You may have seen Jack's proposal mentioned on various news sites. He's offering 10 grand to charity if a game developer makes a game based on his insane proposal.

So I got his email address and I went ahead and sent Jack a note this morning:

10 grand is pretty weak man. Through our charity www.childsplaycharity.org gamers have given over half a million dollars in toys and cash to children's hospitals all over the country. ---

Well Jack got Gabes phone number and called him up to yell at him repeatedly.

This incouraged me to email the motherfucker myself.
But as it turns out I can't send him anything

I'll keep trying to get a hold of Jackoff and if anyone has my back I'd thank you

Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And ask him do you want to make a deal?

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

=Bob Dylan

I've been so fucking busy laterly with everything that I haven't gotten to talk much on this journal. I really need to win the lottery so I can fly out to meet all the people who are watching me. Anyway I've been working on some drawings and paintings that you might like or dislike so I hope I can get some of them online soon. Till than I'm always here