Dickhead.

                          Yeah okay so I basically disappeared again for a few days. I tried to leave some snazzy notes full of pomp and circumstance, but my soul just wasn't in it. I do apologize and anyone who wants can leave a note calling me a dickhead. I won't squawk.                                                                                                   


                                                                                                                             My Eye.

                           Turns out my eye has a serious infection in or on it. I went to Dayton Air Force Base where the government has a U.F.O hidden deep underground. One of their doctors told me I need to stop having sex with Fluxorians. I've only slept with one Fluxorian, but once is enough when it comes to Fluxorians, I guess. Fluxorians have twelve inch tongues and like to lick your face after licking...other things and places, so I can see how it happened. The doc gave me some weird glowing eye drops that I have to put in my eye until Thursday night. Then I'm good to go. I am basically going to just sit and relax until Thursday night. Only going out for work. Otherwise I'm just gonna have a mini vacation in my backyard, sip some coffee, play with my cat, sharpen some knives, and clean some guns. Yes indeedy it's summertime and the livin is easy.



                                                                                                                       Twenty Fifth Reunion.

                            YesterdayI lasted a total of ten minutes at my twenty fifth high school reunion. Then I ran my hot sweet hooligan ass out of there. It's not that I hate my ex classmates. They're good guys. I just don't have much in common with them anymore, my chit chat skills are non existent, and they all seemed just so damn perky and happy so what was the point ya know.  So dig this noise. I went to an all boys school. It was, is, and probably always will be a very proper type of school where education is held in the highest regards. I wore a tie Monday to Friday and Harry Potter probably could have kicked my ass. I had a well deserved reputation for the class idiot/clown. Now I am...well I guess I am a very quiet, part time dickhead with tons of Hooligan Fu skillz,  a somewhat nihilistic  view of life, a hot sweet ass, and holeeeee sheeeot I spelled nihilistic properly on the first try?!?!?


                                                                                                                       Goals of the Week.

                         (1) Continue putting the weird glowing stuff in my eye so I will possibly be able to see out of that eye again.
                         (2) Continue watching the stock market go up and down like a hooker performing the infamous "Flag salute" maneuver.
                         (3) Continue digging tunnels and preparing for the social upheaval that eventually will be the product of our economy acting like a two bit floozy.
                         (4) Continue the quest to score some action...with a lady...from this planet.

                                                                                                                      
                                                                                                                         Immaculate.

                 Speaking of the quest to score by the end of August...with a lady...from this planet...or else immaculately knocking up quite a few of you up and making you my baby mommas. There are two local females of rather scandalous social standing who seem intrigued with the scar that gives Mr. Happy the magic meatcannoli his roguish appearance. So cross your fingers ladies and maybe you will not have to deal with the social stigma of having my children.






                                                                                                                               The End.