Chrisco Spins

Here is a clip of bill o’reilly from his inside edition years, where he is a complete psycho!

http://www.collegehumor.com/video:1815558

NASHVILLE, Tenn. — A new bill at the state level would require a DNA test to prove the paternity of every baby born in Tennessee.

Wow, making it hard for all the bitches down in the volunteer state.  Now I know, next time I want to frame a potential baby daddy, it won’t be in Tennessee.

It was late last night when the world got in, and I let it. Then though, apparently I made it a drink and got it a pillow like it was Obama, and let it take a nap in my bed. I was formally introduced to the Battle of the Bods on Fox Reality Channel.

Battle of the Bods is a show where five women, who I assume are facing bankruptcy, go on a d-list reality show where their individual body parts are ranked and judged against the corresponding parts of the other women by three cheesy dudes off stage in a soundproof box. You see it’s important that they are in a soundproof box because they don’t want the women’s personalities to distract from the fair and laser-focused judging of the “ladies”  parts: ass, rack, full rank and face.

The show was absurd, or at least that is, until I started to play along (more…)

This week I went and saw a show at one of our fine local music venues. As I typically do, I showed up late and did what I normally do, head straight to the bar. As the venue was rather intimate and there was not a place to stand at the bar and get a drink without blocking people, or just being an ass, I skulked to the back of the room in defeat and sans drink.

Unbeknown to me, this set of events was witnessed by a gentleman who took pity on my sad fruitless venture. A few minutes later, a resigned to no drinks me, was told by a waitress that “the gentleman” wanted to buy me a drink. It was just like an episode of the Golden Girls. (more…)

I am formally lodging a complaint. I complain that it is nearly impossible to have a life of leisure without having been born into money, marrying money, being European, inventing something, or being able to possess nothing and squat in a ram-shackled tear down. I think this stinks. What about the little people? We like leisure too.

On my lunch hours, I typically run errands or go to my private members only Sam’s Club and walk around and eat free samples. Granted this isn’t a cool use of my time or anything, but I find endless enjoyment in this afternoon oasis where I am re-released into the free world to do as I please.

On one of these recent outings, I was walking around Kroger, strolling casually up the soup aisle, when I came across the most intriguing soup flavor ever. COCK FLAVORED SOUP! And better yet, it is the spicy variety. (more…)

I notice on the bottom of this blog that there is a place where the kind citizens of the world can donate money to support this project. I THINK THIS IS A GREAT IDEA!!! I am desperate not to work and do what I am currently doing and begin a separate project. I can elaborate on that project but now is not the time, so back to point, donate. I think if everyone gave a little they would get a little… it’s my motto. Good cheer is really something that tastes best after a good donation to the Kathleen Parish Fund. You can stand tall and know you made a difference. MAKE A DIFFERENCE PEOPLE!!!

Happy Presidents Day Chrisco Spins followers. So, I have been asked to keep tracks of my rants and raves or picks and pans (can’t seem to remember which), but for some reason these moments I’m asked to document seem way less interesting when I go to ‘web publish’ them. It makes me paranoid of my spelling and punctuation. I begin to doubt that what ever it is that seemed hysterical at the time is still a laugh riot.

Like one time, I was on 75/85S and I had a large tacky pick up pass me that had their company advertisement on the back window. The company specialized in lost child recovery??? There was some small print about kidnap and ransoms, but for real, don’t the police do that kind of work for free? Did this guy see the movie with Meg Ryan and Russell Crowe (the one that broke up the Quaid/Ryan happy home) and think, hell I can do that, rescue dead kids. Cuz the guy I hire to recover my lost child isn’t driving a shit kicker pick-up, but rather a sleek luxury auto. This way I know they are good at their job because they can afford fanciful things! See, at the time I was on the phone with a friend and that small instance was a riot… but months later is it really so funny? I think so, but I was there.

You know, I think I really posted this because I want to break up Chris’s rambling, or droning as some would say, about politics. It turns out I no longer care about politics, or maybe I never did. I can’t decide which it is, but I lean to the never side of the street.