Dummass Music
What's this dummass on about?

2008 IAIA Golden Kayak Nominees
nominated for Best Comedy Mp3

Lyin' Dan - A Retrospective
Reach deep down in the barrel.

Epic Fail
On the positive side, he tried.

JUST LISTEN!
Wow! Musta known my wife! She would "ALWAYS" eat on a nice big dill pickle... carried it and a cup of the juice around with her... dipping the pickle into that cup... and then into her mouth it'd go... making them wet sucking sounds... I told her one day, "Honey, all my friends are over here... couldn't that wait 'til later?" ..."NO!" she'd say, "I'm just eatin' a pickle. You KNOW how I LOVE EATIN' PICKLES"... This IS a "TRUE STORY"... and we've been married 39yrs... so far!!! -M-

Finnegans Wake Book 1 Chapter 6
He had not walked over a pentiadpair of parsecs from his azylium when at the turning of the Shinshone Lanteran near Saint Bowery's-without-his-Walls he came (secunding to the one one oneth of the propecies, Amnis Limina Permanent) upon the most unconsciously boggylooking stream he ever locked his eyes with. Out of the colliens it took a rise by daubing itself Ni- non. It looked little and it smelt of brown and it thought in nar- rows and it talked showshallow. And as it rinn it dribbled like any lively purliteasy: My, my, my! Me and me! Little down dream don't I love thee! And, I declare, what was there on the yonder bank of the stream that would be a river, parched on a limb of the olum, bolt downright, but the Gripes? And no doubt he was fit to be dried for why had he not been having the juice of his times? His pips had been neatly all drowned on him; his polps were charging odours every older minute; he was quickly for getting the dresser's desdaign on the flyleaf of his frons; and he was quietly for giving the bailiff's distrain on to the bulkside of his cul de Pompe. In all his specious heavings, as be lived by Opti- mus Maximus, the Mookse had never seen his Dubville brooder- on-low so nigh to a pickle.