I gotta yell about skunks I really wanna kiss them when they walk on by they got a swishy tail they hold up high I love a lot about skunks! Yeah, let me tell you 'bout skunks! a perfect melding of the black and white a perfect creature where the two unite I gotta jaw about skunks! I sing a song about Skunks 'cause they lay their lives upon white lines to cover odors around harvest times I sing the praise about skunks! I make a point about skunks I'd love to hug 'em, though they make me cry Eau de lovely lovely CANNA-BYE I make a stink about skunks! Pepe Le Peuw we love you! Pepe le Peuw we need you! You can come and do my pussycat With a Heineken, man! This post 420 for me, I have been loving the skunks down the hill from me, they give such good excuses for, you know,....things that smell.
"Medical Marijuana- The Skunk That Lays The Golden Egg" Do You Realize? Alchemy is turning base materials into gold, only for us, its a green gold. The dream of kings has been realized, Alchemy is not scientifically sound, yet it is practiced annually by tens of thousands, in the form of advanced gardening. Beats gettin' a real job, and it's environmentally sound, a grower's life is twice blessed. Kiss your plants, sing to your crops, maybe that nice skunk song...it can't hurt, and it might be fun. MA- the skonker
That's right I have Skunk Fever, a rare condition brought on by exposure to flowering canna, its an aural stimulant, thats causing me to lubricate my thinking. As the pistils swell with sweet resins, my brain is invaded by the energy tendrils of my charges, an electro magnetic invasion of the body/mind by friendly aliens. Its wonderful, they speak to me in dreams, and tell me of their needs. This ongoing fantasy must mean that I am insane, and yet I feel so lucid. So, what's the harm in that? MA
I saw some sticker on a bumper of a car that said, " Cowboy Up ". I asked, what the hell that meant and the driver said it was a show of support for people who like to dress up like cowboys. Having just watched Brokeback mountain for the first time, I thought that the rainbow sticker and the pink triangle sticker already expressed those views, quite elegantly. I'm not saying all cowboys are gay, just that they have stupid bumper stickers. So today's "Skunk 'em " award goes to the Cowboy Bumper Sticker Slogan Writer, who has given us this gem of grammatical mastery. Cowboy Up! Now, that stinks. MA
Fuck skunks. My town is invaded with them. Those fuckers laugh at me because while I could kill them and tear their bodies apart - I cannot because they'll stink me up something rancid.
I like the smell of skunk. I'll usually slow down if I pass one on the road. People call me crazy, but I dunno, I've always liked that smell. Excellent poem by the way.
I am prevented from actual sexual desires for skunks not only by the beastiality laws of this nation, but the oath of the skunkmen, which states, 'thou shalt not stick your winkie in the stinkie." I prefer to make an alliance, rather than to incur the rath of these racous malodorians. We send a little skunk karma to you, in hopes of preventing the need for a tomato soup bath. In the meantime, we'll just flex the scent glands and practice our aim. Squeeze,2,3,4, Squirt 2,3,4...
I once lived on the island of Hawai'i, where there are no skunks, it's a tropical, volcanic island, where the hell would they get skunks from? And yet as I walked the backroads of Kona, at certain times of the day, especially right after an early evening rainstorm, the smell of skunk would be overpowering. Kona Gold, baby, on the vine, ripening to a sparkling, stinky, sweet perfection, dripping with an oozing resin-y sheen. My Hawai'ian skunky, ka'ma a'ina, buddy I miss our paradise on the makai side of the Lilliokialani highway. I hope his children have multiplied exponentially!
" You don't have to look, no you don't need to see, cause you can feel it in your olfactory!!!! You got your Dead skunk in the middle of the Road, And its stinkin' to high heaven!" That was an old skunky song, by our old friend Loudon Wainwright III. A golden stinker from the 70's, back when men were funky, and roadkill was still available deep fried, at many truck stops throughout this great nation.! The food here stinks, we would say, did you scrape this off the pavement? Yes, they would say, and for an extra dollar, they would disclose the species of meat in the Soup of the day! Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, opossum, I hope. Skunk on, Scentavos! Make Stink, not war! MA
wierd no i dont think so...drunk with the skunk!!! yes thats what this guy is drunk on skunk. an intoxication so strong it can induce short periods of incesant rantting on site like this all in an attempt to relieve the anxietiy felt from having to wait for those skunks to be domesticated. oh yes we must tame these beasts, you dont just bring a wild skunk such as the ones he is refering to in your yard or house without some kind of plan.you see skunks like to let everyone know they are on the block. that sweet smell that says i'm hear and i'll fuck you up if you mess with me. so go on try your hand with skunks they wont let you down. just remember as with all wild things certain precautions must be taken or they will bite you and they bite hard.
Absolutely, and thank you for finally figuring out what the hell I'm doing, it's a mania, an odorlust, an infected brain stem on olfactory overload!!!! This is my mental cesspool, a vomitorium of the mind, and it celebrates the unsung heroes of the new american west, the bud ranchers, the cola wranglers, the mota-vators and their faithful pals, the skunks! I think we should elevate the status of skunks and install them as our true, new National Animal. When you think of America in the 21st century, I want you to think of the Mighty Skunk, free stencher of the free world! " Oh, say, Can you stink... by the odorous skies...what so proudly we waved... Was our skunk's ass please kiss it..." Who's got some stink to get rid of? Lay that funky input, nose to the grindstone. MA
I will not be running for President, but I am open to the position of DEA director of operations. I have a new direction for them, and it's out the door! If you work for the DEA and you are reading these words, call your buddies over at the Dept. of Homeland Security, and turn yourself in, as a domestic terrorist. You are serving no one but the cartels. All you are creating is a slave labor pool, made up of non-violent drug offenders, to benefit the repressors of freedom. You should be as ashamed of your behaviors as you are corrupt in you're thinking. And that's why the DEA is getting the "Best Imitation Skunk" award, after stinking things up for so long, it certainly seems as if they must have their own musk glands! But they don't!
-Patriot's Day- ( 9-1-1 today) written by Medicine Al I ain't afraid of your terrorists Don't tell me I'm scared, boy, I'm just Pissed! My President stands there, lying to me? It's 9-1-1 today! I ain't afaid of All Islam I learned one lesson called 'Vietnam" My government kills for lies, you see? It's 9-1-1 today! Let's pull out the truth, It's stunk like a tooth thats rotting out from decay Show us the fruit of your wasted youth It's 9-1-1 today! Area 51 well knows, what's in the WTC holes? My government's lips are rigged for fibs... It's 9-1-1 today! when 'of the people' means 'by the people' then ' for the people' show out the creeps who'll tear out the rights our fathers paid for! It's 9-1-1 today! I ain't afaid of your terrorists! Don't tell me I'm scared boy, I'm just pissed! My president spits this lie on me! And it's 9-1-1 today! My condolences to anyone who is without a loved one due to the events of 9-11-01, or the ensuing insanity which has gripped our planet. We never asked for this. I also would like to point out that we don't have to keep a loaded, cocked gun in the face of every human being on earth to feel safe, but our current administration will tell you otherwise. I would like to see the legacy of 9-11 be that we will never again be taken to war for profits or prophets. Peace on earth, god bless us EVERYONE! May the skunk be with you.
Li'l Stinkley was always an undersized clone, taken fron a flimsy underarm in flower. She had problems from the get-go, her mother was afghani, and her daddy was a white rhino hunter named bubba Kush. Their mixed marriage had produced some interesting offspring, many of which had started successful clone clans of their own, but little Stinkley was too small in the root ball, she had a hard time standing up for herself when she came to SkunkTree Farms that day. We had to get her some warm b1 and a shot of Kelp juice, and stand her up with a little wire hanger, just like the christmas tree Charlie Brown once had. And we watched, and waited for her to grow. And waited. Andwaitedand waited and waited and waited and.....a month went by, still alive, but no growth. two months go by, barely any growth at all, and now she's only a foot tall, and is starting to flower????????? In June?????????Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, shit. She's not getting enough light, so it's time to go out to the tomato fields, and we'll see if that helps. Where else do you Veg, if its veggin' you gotta do? So we got her to re-veg, and she started to grow finally, and to develop as a normal clone, if still a wee bit dinky. And then as the summer wore on, and the sunlight of the tomato fields felt better than anything she had ever known, she re-flowered, and let me tell you little Stinkley is one of the skunkiest clones that ever was created from a flimsy underarm, at least here at Skunk Tree Farms. Even Granddaddy Purp was impressed, he said she may not be the biggest, but dammit, she's the bomb-est!
I'm feeling sort of lazy today, maybe I'll just post a stinky picture, and take the afternoon off from my usual insane ramblings! This picture does really explain so much about the state of the world... see you white stripers later. MA
Skunk tails flying in the barn tonight! We got skunk tail flying in the barn tonight! Skunk tails flying in the barn tonight! Every body jump up down feel alright, every body dance around an feel alright! Hound dogs howlin on the porch tonight! We got hound dogs howlin' in the blue moonlight! Got a hound dog howlin' on the porch tonight, Everybody jump up down feel alright, everybody dancin' 'round gonna be alright! Kush job playin' in the barn tonight! We got a Kush job playin' til the morning light! Kush job playin' in the barn tonight, Everybody jumpin' up down feel alright! Everybody dance around and feel alright!
