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Pimp Jesus

Fair and Unbalanced

About Me

No self-respecting fish would be wrapped in a Murdoch paper...His goal is not quality journalism. His goal is vast power for Rupert Murdoch, political power.- Mike Royko on Myspace's new Big Daddy, Rupert Murdoch

My Interests

http://deadrebelsociety.com/main.html

I'd like to meet:

Clive Owen. And by "meet" I of course mean "f**k".

Music:

Anything loud and heavy.

Movies:

Anything from The Usual Suspects to The Sandlot, with all stops in between. Porn's important too.Also, if they ever made a movie about paint drying, and it starred Clive Owen (aka God) I'd be on that, too. Not many people realize this, but God made Savile Row JUST BECAUSE CLIVE NEEDED CLOTHES.

Television:

News shows. My dream tv show would be Dan Rather and Sean Hannity debating the headlines while engaged in a bloody kickboxing match. Since that isn't likely to happen, though, I also like to watch reruns of two defunct British sitcoms, Absolutely Fabulous and Waiting for God. And Smallville, especially that smokin' hot bald dude. If you don't think Michael Rosenbaum is hot as hell with a bald head, you're just a plain dumbass.

Books:

Right off the top of my head - "Cruddy" by Lynda Barry, "The Dangerous Husband" by Jane Shapiro, "Handling Sin" by Michael Malone, "A Confederacy of Dunces" by John Kennedy Toole, and anything by Margaret Atwood or Christopher Moore.

Heroes:

My late parents and fellow Sludge posters. And of course, dead rebels.

My Blog

Chapter 15 - The End!

Nashs tiny office was a riot of activity for the next couple of hours. News crews materialized, seemingly from nowhere; Nash sent Patty out front to keep them at bay while the G-men whisked Darscun ...
Posted by Pimp Jesus on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Chapter 14

Mike and Darscun left the gym together; Darscun agreed to ride in Nashs Audi to Dunns with him. Im going to call Mr. Nash about your vehicle, okay? Mike said. That way he wont bother your g...
Posted by Pimp Jesus on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Chapter 13

Nash 12 Mike did indeed begin working on tracking down the license plate to the station wagon hed seen the night before, just as Nash had suspected he would. He couldnt help but want to spec...
Posted by Pimp Jesus on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Chapter 12

Nash had been putting off Big Bens memorial service while awaiting a phone call he didnt want to get. The following morning, the call came. So hes dead, then, Palmer Nashs voice said when Na...
Posted by Pimp Jesus on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Chapter 11

Mike was freezing his ass off in Nashs Audi, watching Jasper Swansons apartment building, when his cell rang. Hey sweetie, said the voice on the other end. How they hangin? Melanie, ...
Posted by Pimp Jesus on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Chapter 10

Mike did not ask Lisa about Alison DOrsay as they ate dinner, and he certainly did not ask about her when he returned, via the fire escape, to her bed that night. He decided instead to go directly t...
Posted by Pimp Jesus on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

The Rest of Chapter 9

Mike tried not to laugh at Nashs choice of phrases but couldnt stop himself. Nash heard this and sighed. Lovely, the boss said tiredly. How long have you been sleeping with her, Mr. Roan? ...
Posted by Pimp Jesus on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Chapter 9

Thank you, so much, for taking the time to talk to us, Patty said as the elderly black woman set cups of coffee and date squares in front of her and Mike. They were sitting at the old womans kitch...
Posted by Pimp Jesus on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Chapter 8

By the time the cops had taken their leave, tagging and bagging Big Ben and putting him in the meat wagon, it was past noon. Nash had inspected the body thoroughly and taken notes, and sat reviewing ...
Posted by Pimp Jesus on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Chapter 7

Big Ben found a little more money stashed at his apartment after Nash dropped him off. He pocketed it and started to head down to Charlie-Os, but something inside of him had finally broken; he didn...
Posted by Pimp Jesus on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST