Bullshit! on the net

Bullshit! is now available on the internet! not with the exact same stuff as the paper version, but hey, fuck you.



anywho, I was thinking about putting this piece where Dr.Centeno describes a certain type of brown haired "indie" girl (maybe glasses) in the February Bullshit!, but it's too long and offensive in the wrong way. What I'd like would be for a girl, preferably one who looks like the ones described below, to do a piece making fun of "indie" boys or "punk" boys or "hippie" boys, but preferably on boys who look like me. See how this works? anyway, please don't be offended, it's all in good fun, and if you're really offended, do the response piece I just said I wanted to get me back. If one of the pictures I used below is yours and you're angry, just tell me and I'll remove it.

Good? Good.

Blog Poetry:

Ralph Kylloe, the Ralph Archives
www.ralphkylloe.com/GreetingsArchive.html

I was fully aware that I was now in potentially serious trouble.
"I really hate people like you", came from the lips of the biker on my left.
Several people were now watching
wondering if I was about to have the brains
beaten out of my head. I have to admit that I was scared. And I felt my voice tremble
as I said "I'm just trying to find some humor somewhere."
It was a feeble, stupid response but I will admit that I was painfully intimidated.A few seconds later both of the bikers broke
into giggles and then laughter. I thought for a moment they
were going both go into cardiac arrest they were laughing so hard.
"We got you man" they said. "We really got you!"
They were pointing their huge
fingers at me. Both continued their gut-splitting outburst. "Hey man, we love
doing this to people", the big guy said.
"We scare ‘em to death and love doing it. You should have seen the look on your face.
You were great man. Don't pay any attention to us, Man, we're just
having some fun with you." Moments later
they picked up their lattes with extra vanilla and walked off to relax in a booth.
I could still hear their laughter as I walked out the doors
without my large, black coffee. I have to admit
that the two bikers with all their tattoos, chewing tobacco and leathers were quite
convincing.
When I finally got home I took a triple dose of my blood pressure medicine.