No sleep = posting random thoughts while sewer dwelling

     Don't cook bacon naked.

     Elon Musk is the Anti-christ.

     Yes Idiot, the world is flat.

     Everything causes Cancer
   
     You CAN control your dreams when you're sleeping

     56% of the worlds population is afraid of needles, and that's why most of us aren't junkies.

     Los Angeles sucks

     Sparkling water is just like pop, but without the brown and cancer

     Who the fuck has ever gotten sick from eating raw cookie dough?

     Tea Tree oil is minty gasoline.

     Farts are but whispers of the soul

     I had a paste addiction

    The very first Time Travelers failed; Kardashians are still alive.

    I don't always use a period

    Women were born not completely hole

    Vomit will eat away a brick but corn is impervious???

    I almost crashed when playing double bass with my gas & break pedal

    Who is in control of the great turd collector?

    

    

     

Merry Christmas!!!

Merry Christmas to all!!

I just received the best present that may just bring true peace on earth!!!

URGE TO PURGE

    I originally started this blog a few years ago as a means to just put up the occasional rant when I was feeling mouthy. A few stupid pics, links, rants and the bogus character profile I made up (Uri Croatia), is all that has been of Unicorns & Dynamite, so far.
  
    Up until now, I never really felt like I had anything worth writing about on any kind of social media platform. It was never really my thing. I subscribed to a few blogs/sites, but it was mostly music and film related. I've searched for answers or info on certain things when I needed to, but for the most part I just never paid attention to the whole lot of it. I find the vast, growing world of the Internet amazing in many ways, but very fucking annoying in others. Just on the fence about it, ya know?

    Yet lately, as I've grown a bit older and life has thrown some generous curve balls my way, I've been getting this incredible urge to purge. Sure I could write it in a diary or journal made from the skin of the dead (I kid), but that's getting old and for fuck sake I can barely read my own hand-writing.

   That being said, I hope to fill these infinite pages with my insanity as much as possible and I hope the small lot of you will continue to follow and enjoy it. If not, you can always see what Oprah is eating here: http://keradangerous.com/oprah-dont-need-no-stinking-oscar-shes-won-at-life/oprah-eats-corn-dog/


      Patrick