It's Friday and I have a goat-smelling GE side by side refrigerator-freezer, made by infidels from PIGISTAN, that's only 2 years old. The compressor went out today. Can I get a repairman today? Maybe, I'm told. Will he have the part or parts needed? Maybe, I'm told. Did I tell ya it's gonna be 103 today? Sure hope my home's A/C unit isn't a GE. I think that tramp, Al Gore, is having his way with me. Al wants us not to use energy, so I guess a refrigerator is not needed in his Glow-balled Warming World, which he flies over in a JP5 fuel-sucking jet. Piss on Al Gore! I hope he has GE jet engines. With my luck he'll probably crash on-top of me, anyways. Man, in times like these I miss my motorcycle (the one I was always crashing and doing Jihad on) something fierce. It's times like this when I just want to get on the bike and take a ride in the country, where I can enjoy my Iron Horse while being pelted by dust, dirt, and sand, stinging insects, sprayed by crop dusters, and enjoy the adrenalin-rush of narrowly avoiding death in the form of ladders falling out of pick up trucks in front of me, or the thrill of drunken Mexicans running stop signs in their Chevy vans as I approach the intersection. Welcome to my
"El World-Oh" ...a little Latin lingo as I'm practicing being bilingual like Obama instructs me.
Man, I still miss my motorcycle! So in honor of all these things on my mind....plus the fact that my Elder Sister Carol and the entire 1st Baptist Church thinks I'm going to hell anyway...here's today's Jihadgene Dance Fever hit! The song by Elvis. The video with Ghost rider. Come on! Let's dance!