November 30, 2011 
Random thoughts which peppered my head today:
Love songs are like a tepid bath. They may start out warm and comforting; but really, you’re just languishing in crap.
Why is Sarah Silverman popular? I prefer silent Snoopy.
My average week is akin to Zallinger’s March of Progress, in reverse. Mondays, I’m a Darwinian dream. Come Friday, I’m hobo erectus.
If I ever make the sequel to Popeye, it’ll center around his older brother – Cockeye.
Gal Gunslinger reads and reveres serial killers. Red flag. Red flag. Stop right there! (To be said in Bourne baritone.)
I looked up ‘titillating’ in my thesaurus and the answer came back: venereal. Sounds about right.
If I were rich, I’d create an underwater movie theatre – where you’d get your dive on and watch the Life Aquatic, aquatically. There’d be a sushi snack bar, mermaids for ushers, and Usher as a mer-man (to be said like Zoolander).
I’ve decided to name my cleavage Fortitude Valley.
YOU are so funny I have to dig up the dregs, ashes, bits and bytes, whatever you prefer of the trial you have left here for my daily hit. I am actually re-reading your penning – I don’t care about THEM!
I am hooked, serve me with lemon sauce.
Or call Scotland Yard and speak to one of those ladies with a Bakelite microphone hanging around her neck, straining to hear you on an ocean laid cable through headphones spoiling her new hair look.
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Bless ya socks, CB! I try not to make them so few and far between, but the words get clogged in the outpipe at times, don’tyaknow.
I do not cross myself while attending to hosiery thank you, and it is my pleasure reading your jammed filters.
Name’s Dave
Hope you OK, oh yeah and hope you nailed that cowboy?
I effin love your wuccins…
I effin love this comment!
Sarah Silverman is cute but I’ve never seen her for more than a moment or two at a time so I’ve never given her a proper chance to irritate me.
Ha! Ha! What could I say to any of this…Can’t top it, or even top it off…Your sense of humor rules!
Wuccadoodies. Awesome thanks, Unsung!
Way back in June you visited my site, and I’m just finding the bread crumbs back to this wuccy site (ok, the electro convulsive therapy fried a few neurons, so I’m a bit slow on the uptake–upchuck?). I look forward to more wucs.
Sandy Sue, Sandy Sue. Pretty pretty pretty pretty Sandy Sue!
Can’t believe my upchuck in June eventually brought you by the wuc (on New Year’s of all eves). Tres auspicious, wot.
Electro-convulsive high (voltage) five?
The Sarah Silverman thing, OK! So I’m not the only one? Thank God.
Fist bump of solidarity.