You wanna call me up? Take my number down It's

You wanna call me up? Take my number down It's 222-2222 I got an answering machine that can talk to you It goes Hey how ya doin' Sorry ya can't get through But leave your n

ext message somewhere else because I am at the Milwaukee Marathon Bowling Mega-rama!" is the outgoing message on my voice mail. To me, bowling is not a sport it is a challenging

Way to spend free time in a low tech era way. I am not into high tech stuff like others, but find it annoying. One day we will return to low tech entertainment by circumstance.

Oh what fun it will be to walk two miles both ways to fetch water to wash our buckskins with. Low tech all the way, I say. Hell, buckskins are too high tech. How about just leaves?

Okay, so maybe I was wrong with wearing poison fig leaves. I was a Luddite, dammit. I didn't have access to Encarta.

So sue me if you must. Just remember that I did suffer major pain and shrinkage due to the poison fig leaves I wore, and isn't that punishment enough? It's not like I put them in

and Jim Carrey had that unforgettable duet with Cannibal Corpse. The sweet love they made to the aural senses helped mold a new breed of utterly hilarious serial killers.

It was a Bloodbath of humor. Robin Williams returned from the dead, Possessed, and headlined the Edge of Sanity tour. Even George Carlin performed the skit Six Feet Under is funny.

the undead Williams and Carlin were so funny, that, the crowd laughed so hard that their skeletons separated from their bodies, ever alive. newscast as "a 'bloodbath' indeed."