Happy Friday the 13th!!

“Now crawl out from under your bed and Get Out There! Walk under a ladder! Break a mirror! Give someone the Evil Eye! Step on a black cat! Just do SOMEthing, okay?


If you are in need of further instruction...

Go placidly amid the noise and waste,
And remember what comfort there may be in owning a piece thereof.
Avoid quiet and passive persons, unless you are in need of sleep.
Rotate your tires.
Speak glowingly of those greater than yourself,
And heed well their advice, even though they be turkeys.
Know what to kiss, and when.
Consider that two wrongs never make a right, but that three do.
Wherever possible, put people on hold.
Be comforted that in the face of all aridity and disillusionment,
and despite the changing fortunes of time,
There is always a big future in computer maintenance.

Remember The Pueblo.
Strive at all times to bend, fold, spindle, and mutilate.
Know yourself. If you need help, call the FBI.
Exercise caution in your daily affairs,
Especially with those persons closest to you -
That lemon on your left, for instance.
Be assured that a walk through the ocean of most souls
Would scarcely get your feet wet.
Fall not in love therefore. It will stick to your face.
Gracefully surrender the things of youth: birds, clean air, tuna, Taiwan.
And let not the sands of time get in your lunch.
Hire people with hooks.
For a good time, call 606-4311. Ask for Ken.
Take heart in the bedeepening gloom
That your dog is finally getting enough cheese.
And reflect that whatever fortune may be your lot,
It could only be worse in Milwaukee.

You are a fluke of the universe.
You have no right to be here.
And whether you can hear it or not,
The universe is laughing behind your back.

Therefore, make peace with your god,
Whatever you perceive him to be - hairy thunderer, or cosmic muffin.
With all its hopes, dreams, promises, and urban renewal,
The world continues to deteriorate.
Give up!



"Deteriorata"

Narrated by Norman Rose.
Written by Christopher Guest.
National Lampoon's "Radio Dinner"
Banana/Blue Thumb Records BTS-38, 1972.

And have a pleasant tomorrow.”

“Thanks for the warning!”

“Too funny tilt!”

“This thread is bad luck.”

“Just another day with both good & bad. Friday the 13th is just a reason to blame bad things on that happen that day.

ROCK ON!!!!!!!!”

“Avoid quiet and passive persons...And heed well their advice, even though they be turkeys. Fall not in love therefore. It will stick to your face (like a glazed doughnut?) Remember The Pueblo. (you're going to have to explain this one to the younger crowd...) You are a fluke of the universe (you callin' me a parasite...?) That your dog is finally getting enough cheese (my buddy's dog cuts a lot of cheese...)
Hell, bro, you just described TT!!!”

“you people are just being silly.........where's my rabbits foot?”

“Not just because it's part of my name here, either. I was born on SATURDAY the 13th, and have never had a bad experience on a FRIDAY the 13th.

Cute story of yesteryear...:

The year I was turning 13, I decided to take the number 13 and apply it in the best way: I told everyone that if you were to have made January the 2nd month (made up a different one to be the first one) and made December the 13th month, ..... I was turning 13 on the 13th day of the 13th month! LOL! I felt fabulous!

Ooooooo.........to be so naive again! LOL!

So, think what you will, do what you want, and enjoy this day....I plan on it!

Hike, anyone?

Oh, and have a HAPPY Friday the 13th!!!”

“coyote you just ginked yourself!!!!!

sounds like ductape, my boots keep my foot from tweeqing! ya right!”

“Check out the news. Two cars in southern FL blew through a toll booth, got picked up. Wed they were overheard discussing plans to set off a bomb in Miami. Dogs picked up evidence of explovise. Their inspecting the cars right and blew up some sort of bag.”

“Any more news on that?

Aren't you supposed to be heading up Wheeler Peak?



(and coyotethirteen better be careful with that ginking, <yikes!>)”

“Stranger and stranger all the time.”

“We try!”

“Gink? Oh, jinx!”

“Considering the day, I think I'll go have myself axe-murdered later today.

Be right back!”

“last weekend i slipped and almost did to my ankle what i ended up doing anyway. well, after that i said, geez, my boots never let me turn an ankle no matter how hard i try. look at me now.”

“Okay! I just called my wife and asked her if she had any plans of axe murdering me, and she said "not this week". So, everything seems okay. I'll try not to get run over by any axe-filled trucks on the way home.”

“Years ago my brother was in a wreck and was using these Really Cool stainlees crutches with pistol grips and black closed-cell foam. We were visiting him in the hospital And I Said... "I wish I could break my leg and get some crutches like those!"

That afternoon I Somehow managed to step in front of a Rambler.


[I got the crutches, though! (when they cut me out of the body cast 8 weeks later)]”

“I made it though.

When the axe murderer came by last night, I shot him.”

“cool.”

“Ain't it just like one o' them guys to bring an axe to a gunfight...”

“The hockey mask didn't help him a bit.”