Bad-O's Song of the Day

Thank you, Palladia!

This song is sex.

Even Though...

...you had a long day and you look a complete mess right now, you are beautiful to me. Through and through, no matter how tired you are, no matter the trudge that you had, you are the most beautiful person that could ever be. Your presence around me is like sunshine on a not worthy weed. You are fantastic and you were before me just now and I am not worthy of you. You are beauty all the way through. I am but a turd that you allow to be around you, fantastic beautiful you.

Bad-O's Song of the Day

I love to smell your skin. No lotion. No perfume. You. Pure you. God, I love you.

Bad-O's Song of the Day

R.I.P.

    Well, I just got done burying my cat, Boris. He was nineteen and a half. Our neighbor's father made a nice box for him and the girls drew all over it. He's been in all of our houses. He did tricks and he knew some phrases. My favorite one that I could tell him was "fuck off", and he would. Didn't have to say it any louder than anything else or wave my arm or nothing. He would just turn around and walk out of the room. Before he went deaf, you could whisper his name in the middle of the night and wherever he was, he would come to see you. Boris was a great cat, he was my little pal, and I will miss the shit out of him.

Last pic of my pal, Boris.

(yes, he was alive in that picture)

Bad-O's Song of the Day

Friday the Thirteenth

   Man, my old cat is dying. This time I think it's for real. He's been at the edge probably four or five times. You know, those times where the wife is having a serious discussion about putting him down. Those discussions have come up over the past five years and the little bastard always snaps back. He's nineteen and a half now. I really don't think he's coming out of this one. In the past month or so, he still managed to let our two new cats (who are Kruger'd up on all fours) know who the boss is. You gotta love a nineteen-year-old completely de-clawed cat that has sufficiently laid down the law where the two young bucks sneak around him out of fear. Kudos to you, Boris.
   I think this is it this time, though. Past times I have said no to the thought of putting him down. He always comes back. He even survived the big pet food recall/massacre. This time is different.  I feel it. He's at the end. I am a sad fucking panda. Boris is my little bro. Very very cool cat. Did tricks. Very cool. Sucks.

Bad-O's Song of the Day

Today is July 11th

    Happy birthday you rotting fucking cunt. You're dead and I pissed on that fucking hole that you're in. I could only hope that every stray dog that wanders through that graveyard stops to shit on your stone. Fuck you. Fuck you for every shit-awful fucking thing you ever fucking did to me and that twat that I call my sister. You  were a shitty person. Shit, through-and-through to that dead maggot-infested rat that stood in place of your heart.

Tomorrow is July 11th

   Tomorrow is national 'Cheer Up The Lonely Day'. It will also be my mother's birthday. It's the first one she'll be celebrating dead. In honor of these two occasions, I would like to combine them as follows:
   Hey mom, at least one person is happy you are lonely in Hell. Rot there. Fuck you. Cheers!

Happy birthday you fucking cunt.

Bad-O's Song of the Day

I heard this on the way home today and I totally dug it. There's just something beautiful about the music's sheer simplicity coupled up with verses that express practically child-like hope and joy. I remember having this feeling when I was a kid. Awesome awesome song!

If you ain't feeling this one, you just never had a great big amp!

Bad-O's Song of the Day

Some pre Van Halen 1 VH

Adopt-A-Pet (Unless You're Dying of Cancer, That Is...)

   Yesterday, we went to visit our friends Debbie and Chuck. Chuck is being consumed by cancer. Saw him a couple weeks ago and I wondered if it was the last time I'd see him. Wondering that about yesterday's visit as well. 
   Anyway, Debbie was telling us that a few weeks ago, she went to an animal shelter to adopt a dog to cheer Chuck up and keep him company and whatnot. The animal shelter denied her request because they did not want the dog to be in "an emotionally depressing atmosphere". Can you fucking believe that? Turning down a dying cancer patient and opting instead to probably give the dog the hot shot. Assholes.