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Don't you love crazy people???

Diff'rent Strokes alum Gary Coleman has married some loser by the name of Shannon Price.

He's 40. She's 22.

It gets better!

The pair have only known each other just over FIVE MONTHS.

And it gets even better still!!!!

Gary tells Inside Edition that this is his first-time-ever romantic relationship.

"I never got the opportunity to be romantic or feel romantic with anyone," he says. "I wasn't saving myself, she just happened to be the one."

Bless his little, sex-deprived heart!

The couple's nuptials happened, "on a mountaintop," according to Coleman. "Nobody was around but the minister, preacher, the videographers, the photographer, the helicopter pilot and us. That was all that was there. There was nobody else.”

As for the 18 years between them, "I don't have issues with age, I have issues with intelligence," says Coleman. "She's more intelligent than I am, and that's what matters to me."

Price handles the sale of Coleman's memorabilia on e-Bay, and says that when she met him on the set of the movie Church Ball she wasn't aware of his fame.

"I didn't grow up with Diff'rent Strokes," she tells Inside Edition. "I actually didn't like watching TV when I was younger."

We expect them to be divorced within three months.

Why????

"We may go a week and not speak to each other," he says, while she claims, "He lets his anger conquer him sometimes. … He throws things around, and sometimes he throws it in my direction."

She adds, "I don't like the violence."

This is a reality TV show waiting to happen!

This is all courtesy of perezhilton.com 

My Grandaddy was a freak with legs but no feet, hands but no arms.  He lived in a hole in the ground just below the outside dunny.  In fact it only just occurred to me that it was the hole FOR the outside dunny, so that when I was sitting there tempting my daily waste to spurt forth, he was probably looking up at my undernourished ass, and praying for some kind of constipation or at the very least a case of the piles.  He couldn't talk that well but if you listened hard to his nasal barbaric squawks, you could almost always try to guess what he was gettin at.   Apparently he just didn't like to be crapped on. 

Just like the Australian people don't like to be crapped on, especially when they feel that their voices are  not being understood by the "big guys", the "guys running the place", the "fellas that control the way things is".  Those b@$ard robber barons should try livin like the little guys just once in a while, see how they like it, am I right?  Yeah!  

The little guy in the gutter playing his carrot flute for minimum wage says take that, you nazi bully boys.

These guys are my homies, my buddies, my reason for everything.  This ones for you guys...

You should see 'em when they're actually drunk out on a dance floor!

No one ever reads my blog.  I haven't really made much of an effort, true, but I have been reading the kind of blogs that get a few hits on this BigBlog thingy, and I have come to the conclusion that I haven't been nearly boring enough.  Alright then, here goes.  

I woke up early this am, stupid kids yelling in my ear again.  I told them to bloody go back to bed, but I still couldn't sleep, so I sat in the toilet instead, and started to read Steven Kings novel "The Stand", and after four hundred pages, I noticed that my legs had fallen asleep, and I couldn't move and suddenly liquid feces started spurting out of my very numb buttocks.  "Oh Sh!t", I cleverly thought to myself, the diahorrea was back after all that time.  Anyway, sixty four painful minutes later the floodgates were well and truly exhausted, and I noticed that  not only had the hershey squirts come back, but the piles had too.  Well, I hobbled off the potty, and reached for the preparation H, and smeared a generous dollup upon my anal sphincter, and then it occurred to me that it was after lunchtime and where were the children?

Anyway, hopefully the one of you that reads this may get the message.  What I really want to know is, why did the one post that I wrote that had the word 'Drunk' in  the subject line garner the attention of 73 visits, huh?  Tell me that?  Is this an indictment on the state of our society, that people are drawn to the hilarious ramblings of a drunken lunatic, or is it just that no one here reads anything?  We all just write to please ourselves, or our immediate family?  

What do you think?  Hmmmmm?

I like Archie comics.  They never offend me, his world may get more and more generic and politically correct, but he ain't really hurtin' noone with his crazy hijinks.  At least that is what I thought until fairly recently.  Is Archie Andrews, under the guise of homogenuity covertly trying to gain access to our affections so that the Holy Brainwashing can continue?  Have a look at these examples of some very popular 70's comics, and be your own judge.......

Chilling isn't it?