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Hot damn do I love a challenge.
Life the last 75 years has been so boring.
I’ve seen a man walk on the moon. Wow. Big deal.
No one likes a braggart or vacation photos, so that news cycle sucked.
I saw the end of WWII which was good for Europe, but really sucked
for me as I had to come back home and look for a job.
But things have finally got interesting around here.
Here comes the Greater Depression!
Yeeeeehaw! Bring it on.
I’ve got my brand new dentures (bought on credit) and I’m ready to
bite into (figuratively) what is to be the world first global economic collapse (literally).
So to help all you young whipper snappers out there (some of whom actually
snap whips, I’ve been surprised to find out on YouPorn.com) get a handle on
how to not only survive….but survive with your children uneaten by roving bands
of hungry Midwesterners.

Let’s first clear one thing out of the way: drippings burnt onto the bottom of your rich cousin’s oven are delicious, savory, and often nutritious depending on the grade of salt pork he stole from the back of a van.

Now, we all know that education is expensive. Even when I was a youngin’ we were expected to bring acorns to the school house for roastin’ and an apple to give to the playground attentant/milking goat Boots. That got pricey! And goats are irritable!
So if you plan on sending your children to college-I’ve got a couple of surefire tips.
Move to India. Give your child to someone in one of them good castes.
Believe me, I’ve given some kids to castes that in retrospect were not good choices. But
my biological son Mrbuti says he’ll forgive me in a couple of lifetimes.

Now, let’s talk about penny pinching in the sex department.
I’ve been to one of these here, whatya call ‘em, “stores” (we only had family owned corner markets around when I was young) and I come to find condoms cost like 5 bucks for a little box with only a couple of rubbers in there! Believe me, I’ve humped some pretty weird things out there-I was a Army Private for 13 years, I was a prisoner in the Federal Penal System for 9, and I lived in Houston for 3 months for Chrissakes. I’ve seen it all. And…..I don’t know where I was going with this but the point is condoms are expensive so do the “pull out method”. It keeps pregnancies down to a level that is pretty acceptable and I don’t believe in STD’s so there.

There is a bright side to any Depression.
When my second wife Elsa got depressed, she’d buy me Gin and Tonics all day long just to keep her company.
This Depression will be no different. There will be a lot more parties. Drinkin’, druggin’, sleepin’ around. It’ll be like a Lew Stevell and His Home-Cookin’ Bluegrass Band concert!!
(I was at their 1925 Cleveland show during their ‘Man Ain’t Meant To Fly’ tour. That was a GREAT show. Too bad their band train derailed the next day, killing all fourteen band members and critically injuring their milking goat.)
So anyway. The last Great Depression was a hoot and this present Greater Depression will
give us all a lot of fun memories. So drink up and make the best of it!!

Horm McGivern
Editor’s Note:
This blog was transcribed from the scribbles Horm made in his porridge by his
great great grandson Ryan. Tragically, later that morning, Horm died from Syphilis.

Here at MindFlowers, our editoral staff are constantly receiving questions such as “what’s the best way to wipe? Frontside Ollie or Backdoor Hufflepuff?”
So to help you, the average internet-dwelling, light-aversive, fanboy, we’ve decided to take your questions and pitiful pleas for help in a new endeavor called “Ask Ryan”. 
Here’s a few questions from the ol’ vault to kick things off. 

Thanks to all the contributors to this first installment of
“Ask Ryan”.

Question #1: “I have questions. Do you have answers?” from Hilda
Answer #1: Yes, Hilda. I do.

Question #2: “I seem to have lost my mind. Can you help me find it?”
                     from Brenda
Answer #2: No Brenda, I can’t. But a good first step would be cutting back on the shrooming and scat play just a little bit. We love you, and when we confront you in your intervention, at some undisclosed but surprising time, we will bring snacks.

Question #3: “I am retired and suffer from emphasema, lymphoma, and heart disease. My doctor is asking me to quit smoking before I undergo my trachectomy in August. My dear wife of 28 years Nadine died last year of cancer and I want to kick the smoking habit in memory of her. Ryan, please help.”                    from L.W., Athens GA
Answer #3: Smoking has come under fire (no pun intended!) of late by bleeding heart liberals who seek to tax it more and more to fund Welfare Queens who have twelve kids. A word to the wise, Mr. and Mrs. Democrat-I am smoker and I vote! It is true that cigarette smoke smells like dried diarrhea, and it is also true that dried diarrhea smells way better than farts. Why do you think so many people start smoking? To cover up the smell of their farts. Think about it: anyone who has ever sat all day at their desk working a temp job will tell you that holding in farts is painful and distracting. Once they find that they can go outside and release said pressure and use a cigarette to mask their atrocious odor there is no going back. After sex? Cigarettes to the rescue. At a party? All I can say is that as long as there are people eating dairy products, people will have gas. As long as people has gas, they will always choose to smell like dried diarrhea over farts. So, light ‘em if ya got ‘em. Thanks for the question!

Question #4: “Beatboxing seems really hard.”             from ;)
Answer #4: I’m not sure there’s a question there, but I’m sure you feel that way about a lot of things.

Question #5: “What is the capital of Oregon?”               from DarqueSyde
Answer #5: Eugene. Population 12,804. State Bird: Marsh Finch. Oregon is a state in the far northwest of the continental United States prone to gloating over not being Idaho. Famous residents include the woman who played Blanche on “The Golden Girls” before she graduated from High School and moved away. The house from “The Goonies” still is located in Oregon, but once it gets its act together will probably move to Cheyenne Wyoming where it has heard there are opportunities.

Question #6: “Are you my mommy?”                     from Billy
Answer #6: Smoking pot in Oregon is legal if you can think up a good story to tell your doctor. “I feel funny” works, as does “My tummy and/or eyes hurt”. It is also legal in Oregon to have your doctor kill you if you can think of a good story to tell your doctor. “I feel funny” works, as does “My tummy and/or eyes hurt”. They also will give you a prostate exam if you ask hard enough. It is illegal in Oregon to pump your gas at a gas station. You must have a gas station attendant run out to your car like its a NASCAR pitstop and then pump your gas. A doctor can also do this if you ask hard enough. Bestiality: legal. Pumping gas: way out of bounds. Smoking a doobie at your Pap test: Condoned by law. Pumping your gas: Please don’t even ask. Backhanding a senile invalid? Better be a doctor. Pumping unleaded gasoline into your Honda Civic? The police have been called and are on their way. Sasquatch have also been sighted in Oregon.

Question #7: “Do conjoined twins count as one or two in a census?”
                     from ‘Worried’ age 29
Answer #7: In Oregon, conjoined twins are revered as gods.

Question #8: “I am pregnant. How do I tell my parents?” 
                      from Kaitlynn age 14
Answer #8: Easy. Go to a school dance, have baby in a toilet and then go dance the rest of the night away. Get caught by the cops and have your parents see you on the TV and figure it out for themselves.

Question #9: “How do I tell my conservative family that I am a Democrat?”                                   from rittenword@yahoo.com
Answer #9: See answer number 8.

 

Email us here at Mindflowers, or just add as a comment to this page. Thanks again diligent readers!
Ryan McGivern

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I have always wanted to enter the tutelage of a horse whisperer.
I think that those equine shrinks could really help me expand my necromancy
to include deep conversation with Secretariat.
My nickname growing up was “Barbi Benton” while I was a baby, “Wet Bed McAsshole” when I was a toddler, “Late Blooming Onion” when I worked at TGIFriday’s, and “Platypus Sack” when I worked at “Outback Steakhouse”.
I had always wanted to be called “Stallion”, but I would have settled for “Mare”.
Is it wrong to love horses? I don’t think so.
Is it wrong to hit a lying down cow with a tractor?…Well, yes. Probably. But that’s beside the point.
As I have now made at least 30 dollars during my six months of sperm donation (A lot of my samples have been tainted because I add tap water to my sample cup to impress the lab workers) and I’ve thought: “Maybe I should start a sperm bank of my own!” And then I started thinking: “Maybe I could combine my love for making money off sperm with horses!”
Eureka.
I went by the fortune teller shop that’s near my acting class and I stopped in real quick to get some pointers on how to spiritually connect with horses.
“What is your spirit guide?” She asked me.
“I dunno. Platypus?”
“And you want to tell the futures of horses? Like for betting purposes?”
“No. I didn’t even think of that! I’d just thought I could make some quick dough off of horse sperm donation.”
“Oh, like a stud farm for raising horses?”
“No. I didn’t even think of that! I’d just thought I could make some quick dough off of horse sperm donation.”
I didn’t get much more help from her since she asked me to leave then, but I think I got at least one good idea: Crystal balls look awesome.
How this will tie into my idea for a unicorn dating service, I’m not sure.
(My business model is an escort service that would employ outcast Amish and excommunicated Jehovah’s Witnesses and dress them in Unicorn suits. They would then give massages that would barely comply with state and federal laws.)

Suggestions on how to summon the spirit of a dead horse, psychoanalyze farm animals, get rid of scabies, or convince those who have been ostracized from religious communities to join you in an uncertified massage/dating service are appreciated.

Ryan McGivern

Best Damn Horse I Did Ever See:
http://www.secretariat.com/
Worst Damn Critter I Did Ever Have: http://www.metrokc.gov/Health/prevcont/scabies.htm

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If you want to see some bad coffee orderers, go to the mid-west.  They’re not accustomed to it yet.  They always had Lutheran church ‘coffee hour’ after services and the most thought they had to put into getting a cup was how to avoid the choir director’s
creepy husband.

They haven’t learnt the Art of Ordering Coffee.

Go to Seattle. My God, Seattle is to coffee what Salt Lake City is not to coffee.

San Francisco, same thing. People have their exact change ready. They’ve got the tip out and they’re saying the fake ‘Good morning’ so well they don’t even need to move their lips.

Tip #1: When ordering a coffee, don’t ask which brew your barista likes better. Don’t make them think! They’re not paid enough. Plus, they’re really really stoned right now.

Tip #2: When using two sugar packs, tear and pour both of them at the same time. Don’t create a Ford assembly line process to tear the equivalent of four sheets of paper. Jerk.

Tip #3: Leaving room for cream gives you less bang for your buck. Pour unwanted coffee out as a tribute to your fallen homies.

Ryan McGivern
www.myspace.com/mckibbon

The Seattle Flash Makeout will commence at exactly
4:20 p.m.
Sunday February 24th

a song will be played.
lots of people will smooch.
bring your own or share one of ours.

the song will end.
We’ll disperse as if…

In Fremont, WA
around the Lenin statue, that man needs some LOVE.
at the corner of 36th and Evanston in Fremont.

Sometimes we get drinks after…
sometimes we smooch some more.

Photographers welcome.

***PLEASE REPOST AS MANY PLACES AS YOU CAN***

PRE-MAKEOUT DRINKS AT NECTAR 2PM

Seattle Times Article
Seattle Flash Makout Tribe

Valentine’s Day is already around the corner! Gulp! I still haven’t even taken down my Halloween decorations. Boy, how time does fly.

heartIt seems like only yesterday that I burned out my credit cards on Christmas presents and my husband went to prison.  David has been locked up for thirteen Valentine’s Days now and in that time I’ve learned some real helpful ways to make the most of the two hour Valentine Day conjugal visit the State of California gives us.

Its important that you ladies out there know that there’s much more to a conjugal visit than just the requisite sex act. Plan on having that ’sex’ stuff out of the way in the first  three minutes. The rest of the time you’ll be focusing on lying about the status of the money that’s supposedly still buried in the backyard, who you’ve been seeing on the side, and how many children you’ve had in the previous year by his friend RazorDog.

I’ve found that all this lying and skirting around issues can be tiring, so drink a lot of coffee before going in.  Remember ladies, you’re not just seeing your husband in jail on Valentine’s Day. You’re seeing all the cute guards too. This will be a good time to pick up  some numbers if you’re on your game so dress up! I know personally that if you play your cards right with the guards at San Quentin’s ‘high risk offenders’ area, you’re in for a real treat.

Don’t forget to compliment your husband’s new scarifications and tattoos. These not only designate his status in cell block 28’s gang, but they represent the slow chiseling away of his soul by the System.

Have a great time this February 14th, and may your smuggling go well!

rapAll you suckers be thinking you can fade this? Puh-leez. I got mad rap dueling skills like Dairy Queen employees got temptations and The Temptations got moves.  I waxed LL Cool J so bad once that his head grew a Kangol hat comprised of shame and a magical cotton/embarrassment blend.

That’s right. I’ve got rhymes that’re so smooth they make Jiff seem like broken glass. So smooth in fact that while you just read this, they slipped in and out of your sphincter 5 times without your notice. I know you ain’t exactly no spring chicken, but that’s still pretty smooth.

I’m what you may call the Darth Vader of Freestyle Rap. I mean Darth Vader back when he was cool. You know, the Darth Vader of Empire Strikes Back when he move boxes with his mind! I’m like the Lost of Rap Dueling. You know, like the first three episodes of Lost when it was still cool.

So here’s how its done:

  1. Make reference to your opponent’s appearance but steer clear of insensitive subjects like race (whiter than that guy who played Harry Stone on Night Court), hairstyle, weight (perhaps they’re so fat that they resemble a large object), cheap jewelry (because what’s wrong with cheap jewelry? Real diamonds are way overpriced. Maybe they’re just thrifty), etc.
  2. Make your insults rhyme. This is important. Look at the difference between these two Rap War Weapons-
    “Your breath is like the inside of Reese Witherspoon’s dumpster
    have you seen that forehead, can you believe someone humps her?”
    and…
    “Your teeth look like Raven Simone’s panty liners on a bad day, sucka! ohmygawd, did I just say that?”

As you can see, rhyming is an important, nay, integral component to rap battling.

So good luck, stay fresh, and may you never have to deal with Suge Knight.

Ryan McGivern
www.myspace.com/mckibbon

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