Snoop Bloggy Blog (The Lake Pleasant Blogger)

Entrepreneur, Professional Lover, Bear Fighter,  Japanese R&B Sensation. 

I’m kind of a big deal. Yeah, people know me. I own many leather bound books and my speed boat (aka. House) smells of rich mahogany. I currently reside at Lake Pleasant near Phoenix, Arizona. I own several leather pants made of exotic ostrich skin, a vast monical collection, and a pet alligator (Rocco) who lives on the boat with me and who’s also my best friend. I spend my days getting hammered on the lake with Rocky as we work on our tans, day trade & do affiliate marketing in the sun. On rainy days we spend our time watching episodes of Baywatch, Miami Vice, Saved By the Bell, and Charles in Charge. I have thirteen baby mommas who reside all over the world from Pakistan to Japan. My skin is a nice dark bronze and all my outfits are topped off with no socks and loafers. If you are looking for class, you’ve come to the right place.

Credits: Snoop Bloggy Blog

The Stig ?

The Mysterious "Tame Racing Driver"

Some say his breath smells like talcum powder and that he is unaware of his own feet...

Some say he wears flannel teddy bear undies and feels a strong urge to migrate with geese...

Some say his fingers bend the other way and that he is afraid of forks...

Some say he ate Beethoven's cat and that under his helmet live a family of dolphins...

Some say he was raised by trees and that he has an innate fear of crayons...

Some say he climbed Everest - while sleepwalking - and that he holidays on the sun...

Some say he knows where Lord Lucan is and that he eats his cornflakes through a straw...

Some say his heart ticks like a watch AND that he's confused by stairs...

Some say that he was born with a helmet on his head, and all furniture in his house are carbon-ceramic..
All we know is, he's called "The Stig".

Travis Bickle

"You talkin' to me? 

You talkin' to me? 
You talkin' to me? 
Then who the hell else are you talkin' to? 
You talkin' to me? 
Well I'm the only one here.."

A Confederacy Of Dunces

One of the funniest books ever written has got to be A Confederacy of Dunces by John Kennedy Toole. 

The title is a quote from Jonathan Swift: "When a true genius appears in the world, you may know him by this sign, that the dunces are all in confederacy against him." It would be approved by the unlikely protagonist Ignatius J. Reilly. The grossly overweight, ridiculous Reilly considers himself a misunderstood genius who is always about to burst forth onto the world to put it all right, if only all the small-minded fools would follow his bizarre instructions. 

"Psycho? The woman's senile. We had to stop at about thirty gas stations on the way over here. Finally I got tired of getting out of the car and showing her which was the Men's and which was the Women's, so I let her pick them herself. I worked out a system. The law of averages. I laid money on her and she came out about fifty-fifty."  — John Kennedy Toole (A Confederacy of Dunces)  

Wilde

Men always want to be a woman's first love.

Women have a more subtle instinct;

what they like to be is a man's last romance.

 ~ Oscar Wilde

Don't Believe

Siddhartha

Tenacious

Lady Astor: Sir, if you were my husband, I would poison your drink. 

Winston Churchill: Madam, if you were my wife, I would drink it.

Bessie Braddock: Winston, you are drunk, and what's more, you are disgustingly drunk.

Winston Churchill: Bessie, my dear, you are ugly, and what's more, you are disgustingly ugly. But tomorrow I shall be sober and you will still be disgustingly ugly. 

Winston Churchill: Madam, would you sleep with me for five million pounds?

Socialite: My goodness, Mr. Churchill... Well, I suppose... we would have to discuss terms, of course...

Winston Churchill: Would you sleep with me for five pounds?

Socialite: Mr. Churchill, what kind of woman do you think I am?!

Winston Churchill: Madam, we've already established that. Now we are haggling about the price.

Vindicta

  

'Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous.Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V'  
VFV

Never Talk To Strangers

'Say at last – who art thou?'
'That Power I serve
Which wills forever evil
Yet does forever good.'

Goethe, Faust

You Took Too Much Man, Too Much, Too Much.

Raoul Duke: Well, they've nailed me goddamnit. I'm trapped in some stinking desert crossroads called Baker. I don't have much time man, the f*****s are closing in! They'll hunt me down like a f*****g beast!
Dr. Gonzo: Whoa, getting a little paranoid?
Raoul Duke: [yelling] I need a f*****g lawyer immediately!
Dr. Gonzo: What are you doing in Baker, didn't you get my telegram?
Raoul Duke: What telegram you worthless bastard? I'll cripple your ass for this.
Dr. Gonzo: You brainless scumbag, you're supposed to be in Vegas covering the National District Attorney's Conference. I rented a suite at the Flamingo. Everything has been arranged. Now, what are you doing out in the middle of the desert?
Raoul Duke: Nothing. Never mind, it was all a big joke. Actually, I'm poolside at the Flamingo right now, talking though a portable phone some dwarf brought out from the casino. I have total credit here. DON'T come anywhere near this place, you bastard. Foreigners aren't welcome.