The Many Names of David Chorney
The Chorn Identity
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Hey Does Anyone Know A Good Opthomologist?
I used a new saline solution for my contacts. It burned so bad. I rubbed my eyes, and ended up scratching my chornea. I think I was allergic to something, perhaps one of the inactive ingredients? I should really pay attention to the chorning label next time.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Does anyone know a good locksmith?
I am stuck in my office. I tried to force the door open, but just ended up breaking the chornob.
Thanks,
Ryan
Thanks,
Ryan
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Some rather "Chorn-y" lyrics
Rain makes Chorn
Chorn makes whiskey
Whiskey makes my baby feel a little frisky
Rain is a good thing.
Chorn makes whiskey
Whiskey makes my baby feel a little frisky
Rain is a good thing.
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Tuesday, July 20, 2010
A song
Get your motor runnin'
Head out on the highway
Lookin' for adventure
And whatever comes our way
Yeah Darlin' go make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once
And explode into space
I like smoke and lightning
Heavy metal thunder
Racin' with the wind
And the feelin' that I'm under
Yeah Darlin' go make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once
And explode into space
Like a true nature's child
We were born, born to be wild
We can climb so high
I never wanna die
Chorn to be wild
Chorn to be wild
-Bernie
Head out on the highway
Lookin' for adventure
And whatever comes our way
Yeah Darlin' go make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once
And explode into space
I like smoke and lightning
Heavy metal thunder
Racin' with the wind
And the feelin' that I'm under
Yeah Darlin' go make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once
And explode into space
Like a true nature's child
We were born, born to be wild
We can climb so high
I never wanna die
Chorn to be wild
Chorn to be wild
-Bernie
Monday, July 19, 2010
Thunderstorm; and Another Regret - A Poem by Ryan
I was driving tonight. Look at the Lightning. So beautiful. Streak, Purple Cloud. Flash!
My heart races. Rain, falling in thick sheets.
Out of the corner of my eye, a dark figure darts.
Into the road! No I cried! No!!
The wheels, rubber screeching. Swerving frenzy; He froze. Too late.
Too late for Chorney Toad.
My heart races. Rain, falling in thick sheets.
Out of the corner of my eye, a dark figure darts.
Into the road! No I cried! No!!
The wheels, rubber screeching. Swerving frenzy; He froze. Too late.
Too late for Chorney Toad.
Trying to keep that girlish figure?
Stay away from the High Fructose Chorn Syrup.
-Bernie
-Bernie
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