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Sunday, December 7, 2008
Happy Zappadan Children
I'm giving Blue Gal credit for turning me on to Zappadan. Truth is I was stoned at the time and I could have been anywhere, but Blue Gal had just befrended me on Twitter.
I have hated the "Holiday Season" all my life. It's better now that I'm the last of my family alive. Cuts down on the unnecessary shopping. But I'm not averse to some general rowdy solitary fucktardery at home alone, just me my dog, and my new bong. It was my first Zappadan gift to myself. So all together now, light up the night. It's the season of Zappadan and will be until Chimpy is gone and my close personal friend Barack is in charge. So until then, celebrate like your life depends on it, preferably alone, so no one gets hurt.
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And tomorrow is Titties and Beer day, the fifth day of Zappadan. BTW I'm not responsible for the blog celebration, the holy season started at http://ristocrats.blogspot.com.
Fucktardery, rowdy solidarity, and a new bong. Those six degrees that separated us have now bonded us for life, yo.
Well I'm sure you told me to go there and see for myself, so... Here's to you and Zappadan. I no longer have to hate the holidays.
So, what do we do on Titties and Beer day? Okjimm must be told about this. It's right up his ally, he likes titties and beer. Well, for that matter who doesn't?
Katie you showed up at last. Another soul sister. Yes indeed, I am the queen of rowdy solidarity as long as it's solitary. I take my social life virtual these days. Cuts down on the cooking and the amount of whisky I have to buy. Bring your own damn bong though.
I think Zappa's OK. But I always thought he (and that Captain Beefheart guy) were guy things.
My brother and his friends were Zappa crazies. And I have a couple of guy friends now who still are Zappa-Crazy-Lunatics. Haven't met any female Zappers.
You're right about that Anita. Zappa was a guy thing during my earlier incarnation. The beer drinking alcoholic friends of my 2nd ex husband loved Zappa and annoyed me no end with that shit. But I'm taking back my past and making it mine now. Fuck them, they don't own Zappa. I pitied Frank's kids, mainly because they got names only a lunatic would name a child, but they seem to have turned out to be smart and creative despite having a father who was so strange. Maybe love is what matters in how the kids turn out.
holy cow..I'm behind the times. See what you miss when sleep deprived? hmmm..
we got a bong (you mean drum right? Or am I woefully ignorant about the term too???), forgot it's 'denomination' though..still want to join that drum circle that's been going on..maybe I should..anyway, I'm with you on the holidays, I don't like it very much myself as it's always a reminder how lonesome it makes me feel..
Ingrid
Merry Zapadan, Utah.
Oh shit, have I been spelling it wrong?
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