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Monday, January 4, 2010

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Holy Shit, it’s back to work! I
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Hello fine citizens of the internet, is today the day you’re back at the office/school/truck stop to make a few bucks?

Yeah, I’m back at work today myself, and I totes squandered my holidays over the last couple of weeks. There were all sorts of things I procrastinated about from like September, “Yeah, when I have a few days off in a row, maybe at Christmas, I’m going to solve cancer/clean the closet/build a giant sexual device that flips someone upside down and shakes violently,” but of course, none of that stuff happened. I’ll do it this spring.

For the most part, I sat on the couch and ate things, sometimes for several concurrent days. Not eating fancy things like fruitcake or Gorgonzola or Christmas potato chips (Santa-Salt flavored), it was all more or less things like you would be eating as if you were going on a long trip for a month and needed to clean out the fridge. “Oh crap, there’s relish here in the fridge I completely forgot about … and there are some sort of whole-grain crackers in the cupboards … and tuna, hmmm, perhaps … they … can … work … together? In a symphony/explosion of taste?”

And for Christmas dinner there was pork instead of the usual turkey, we all know Jesus would have been 100% behind eating pulled pork roast slow-cooked in BBQ sauce. If J-bone had tasted pa-zork, in Brian 3:16 it would have surely stated, “And the Lord said, filleth thou slow-cookers 1/4 fill of sauce and onions and that’s all, cook that shitteth for however long, like all day, and eateth it, and praiseth the Lord for pork. And don’t forget to goeth to Church on Sundayeth, my children.” Just kidding, Jesus would have been against churches, he wasn’t all about propping up buildings and giving people fancy hats as far as I know.

However uneventful this holiday season was though, I’ve already been making plans for next year, You see, sitting on the couch so much this year and watching so many commercials featuring starving African children pouting to John Lennon’s “Happy Christmas” song, a fantastic idea for next year popped in my head. My idea is to have a drinking game next year at Christmas time – every time I see a starving African kid on TV, I’m going to have a shot of rum or vodka or maybe some sort of cheap tequila. “WELL HELLO YOU BEAUTIFUL STARVING AFRICAN CHILD *HIC* YOU ARE MAKING MY CHRISTMAS … COMPLETE! YESSSSssssSSSsSss, ANOTHER OXFAM COMMERCIAL!”

Holy crap, I’m going to get wrecked!

I realize that’s not entirely noble or classy, but then again, someone should benefit from all of those charity commercials. I may not end up sponsoring a child for only 39 cents a day, but I’m going to end up sponsoring my cirrhosis, which if you think about it, is much like a charity since it’s an exotic and important sounding word with that silent ‘h’ tucked in it.

Anyhoo, I hope your Christmas/New Years break was full of hot and steamy orgasms and your family and friends were all busy far far away and all their phones were broken and you could just do whatever you wanted for like a week straight without being interrupted by people going through the motions of wishing you a happy-this or merry-that, cause damnit, you deserve a nice break.

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Thursday, December 31, 2009

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New Year’s Eve 2009 I
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Some people thrive from being asked their holiday plans by strangers and heck, people in general. It’s almost like some people ENJOY being asked intrusive and pointless questions. But me – I always feel like saying something snarky because I generally dislike conversation, unless the conversation is about some way of rewarding me financially for something I have or have not done or else praising me for something I have or have not done with my penis.

The following is a list of things to reply to someone with if you’re like me and you’ve unfortunately been asked “What are you doing on New Year’s Eve?” by say, a client or a business contact who is making small-talk on the phone:

-”Myself and my wife have arranged a whole bunch of chimpanzees from the zoo to be brought in for the night. I bet you have no idea how long it takes to whip together 100 gallons of whipped cream and Astroglide for such an event.”

-”Checking out the situation.”

-”We’re attending a special party…saaaaaayyy, what are you doing tonight? I bet you’re totally into Lego and bondage! You want to come?”

-”Watching season 2 of Baywatch on DVD. David Hasselhoff will be narrating, but from the kitchen, he’s not allowed on the couch or in the living room.”

-”Two words: Coloring books.”

-”Eating pickles and fucking your mother.”

-”Have you ever seen that episode of Seinfeld where Jerry and the gang spend their whole day trapped and lost in a parking garage? Well, kinda like that, but with high-powered assault rifles and elderly people with Alzheimers and walkie-talkies and stuff. It’s a special once a year event – not quite charity, but not entirely for pleasure either. I mean yeah, it’s a lot of fun, but a week or two later I’m always regretting certain things, it’s hard to keep in mind that ‘things are done for the better’. I don’t want to get into details, can I tell you what I got for Christmas instead? Surprise, a high-powered assault rifle and some new running shoes!”

-”Usually by 10pm I’m out like a light. Eating baby flesh is like eating turkey, all the tryptophan knocks me right out. If I ever hear Dick Clarke’s voice, it’s a bloody miracle.”

-”Grabbing 2009′s ass on its way out. It’s a YILF, awwwww yeaaaaah.”

-”Going to church for midnight mass. Just kidding. Going to a mosque. Just kidding. Probably picking up some hooker and collecting more teeth for the miniature ferris-wheel ride project I’m building in my spare room.”

-”Watching porn with my kids.”

-”Anal bleaching appointment at 10pm, then hitting the gym, as long as it’s not burning too bad. Usually I can take it, unless the person doing the bleaching gets frisky.”

-”Private concert-slash-dance with Bon Jovi, but he won’t be playing, ohhhhhh no. He’ll be roasting over a big bonfire. Loverboy is playing.”

-”I’m sorry, could you rephrase that?” [Keep saying that until they hang up.]

Anyways, what are you all doing for New Year’s Eve? Just kidding, I don’t want to know.

Happy New Years, bitches!

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Monday, December 28, 2009

Overview
2000: Can’t remember
2001: Awesome
2002-2007: Moderately sucky
2007-2009: Awesome

Special Memories
Whenever it was ‘Friends’ finally went off the air: Awesome
Times of the day when ‘Friends’ hasn’t been on TV since then (5 occasions): Awesome

Notable Days
Sept 11, 2001: Holy fuck, great margaritas on the beach.
Sept 12, 2001: Terrorists? Let’s move on, already.
Yesterday: All-out Xbox gaming day.

How to Sum Up The Decade in One Sentence
“If it wasn’t ‘CSI: Whatever‘ in our faces for ten years, it was George Bush being all Mission Accomplished in our faces – if by “Mission Accomplished”, he meant the mission of fucking up the world.”

Your mission, dear reader, is to sum up the decade in one sentence on your own blog. Winner gets an autographed picture of me fighting ninjas!

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Wednesday, December 23, 2009

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2009 – The Year in Review I
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The Big News

2009 was a year of heartbreak and tragedy – especially for fans of Michael Jackson, but was also a year of hope and recovery – especially for children in the proximity of Michael Jackson. 2009 was also a year of financial difficulty and economic turmoil – especially for the parents of children in the proximity of Michael Jackson who stood to benefit from their children being in the proximity of Michael Jackson.

In short, 2009 was Michael Jackson’s big year! You might argue that him dying might have sucked for him, but look at all the money it raked in. How can you be pissed from beyond the grave about all the dough you made after you died? You practically paid for ten years of facelifts for your entire family.

2009 wasn’t ALL about Michael Jackson though. There were other newsmakers out there that made 2009 a more memorable year than say, 2006. Remember 2006? Hell no! No celebrities died that year to anchor our existences to. In 2009 people of all ages had their celebrity deaths, from Ed McMahon (if you’re 80 years old) to Brittany Murphy (if you’re 20 years old) to Patrick Swayze (if you’re 30) to Bea Arthur (if you like masturbating to Bea Arthur) (like I do).

And yet, 2009 wasn’t all about death. There was life anew. Like Twitter. Motherfucking Twitter. 2009 brought Twitter to the forefront of the world – sure, it’s been around for a few years, but 2009 was all about Ashton Kutcher showing his wang on Twitter and making it globally popular. That’s what it’s all about, isn’t it? Fucked if I know, I’ve never used Twitter nor saw Ashton Kutcher’s wang, so I have no idea what the big hooplah is – although I know, in all seriousness, if you can and want to summarize your existence at any particular point of your life in 140 characters or less, you should probably just fuck off.

Politics

2009 was also a year of change. George Bush unsuccessfully rewrote the laws to prevent him from ever having to abdicate the throne, and the US scored a win with Barack Obama. Actually, they more scored a win with a no-McCain/Palin than anything. That was a close call wasn’t it, gang? Oh sure, not everyone out there will agree with my assessment, but pretty much everyone can agree the only thing Palin would have left behind after 4 years had she been elected is a few questionable skidmark stains on chairs in the Oval Office. Yeah, I imagine her vagina is leaky and stuff.

In Honduras, some dude that looks like a cowboy and Ron Jeremy fucked and had a baby, got evicted from his presidency and then came back or something. I’m not sure, there was some deal where he was in another country hurling long-distance insults at the people that kicked him out. That’s kinda the last I heard of it, but I bet it was important stuff.

And in Russia, Vladimir Putin just kept on being angry-looking, no big news there. Someone needs to pie that asshole in the face, there’s no reason for him to be so cranky unless he has an anal fissure, I heard those can be pretty angering.

Technology

In terms of technology, 2009 was Apple’s big year. Steve Jobs successfully hunted down a homeless man and ate his liver, thereby extending his life by double. With a renewed vigor, Jobs singlehandedly solved world starvation and cured cancer. Just kidding, he banged Feist. Just kidding again, he put a video camera in some iPhones.

And every dollar Apple made from someone else’s application that was made for the iPhone, they put towards buying mosquito nets for people in third world countries. Just kidding, they used it to buy a giant mural of Steve Jobs painted like Che Guevara’s picture, but on the side of a building in downtown Los Angeles to advertise his virility because he’s trying to bang Feist. Just kidding, I have no clue what the heck’s going on with the money, but I’m pretty sure Steve Jobs is trying to bang Feist.

In other news, Windows 7 came out to the tune of rave reviews. Not ‘rave’ as in the kind where you take a bunch of ecstasy and have a bunch of sex with whatever person or piece of furniture happens to be nearest your crotch, I mean ‘rave’ as in ‘good’. This is big news for people who have to explain concepts like ‘right-clicking’ to our parents, because now we’ll have to do it all over again in two years when they upgrade their computers just because the default screen saver looks a little different.  More frikking work.

Entertainment

A new Star Trek movie came out in 2009, and after seeing it twice I have reconsidered my opinion and think it sucks junk harder than a waitress trying to get Tiger Wood’s phone number. Yeah, that’s pretty much it in terms of movies that matter this year.

Speaking of Tiger Woods, I’m not all that concerned with his dalliances. Except for the fantastic jokes that have came out about him, his extramarital affairs haven’t affected me personally all that much, except substantially decreasing the number of potential sexual partners I’d consider should the earth need repopulating due to nuclear fallout.  What’s the big deal?

In music, Kanye West proved in 2009 that:
1) He shouldn’t be around white chicks
2) He shouldn’t be allowed on stage
3) He wants to snog Beyonce
4) He is the funniest piece of shit I’ve ever seen.

Is that really music though, or is that more about general douchebaggery? Fuggit, I’m still listening to Styx every day, so what do I know about what happened in music in 2009? Here: Dave Matthews. Is he still relevant? Did just mentioning his name make me hip? Dave Matthews again then. Dave fucking Matthews. I’d better be careful not to look in a mirror and say his name three times like I just did, he might appear behind me and get me sick with his pasty-nonsense-thinking disease.

Also, can we agree that hip-hop has finally died? No? Well then, I’ll give it another year, maybe Chris Brown will slap it to death in 2010.

In television, the best TV show ever made in the history of TV shows being made ended. (Battlestar Galactica, for those of you not in the know.) New TV programs without exception sucked donkey semen, led by the greatest of shit shows – “Big Bang Theory”, quite possibly the worst show ever made if not for the contention provided by the existence of “Murder She Wrote” and “Grey’s Anatomy”.

All in all, it wasn’t an exceptional year for movies, TV, and music, but it was certainly better than 2001 when the only show on TV for literally months in a row was that sitcom with those planes crashing into all those buildings. Man, that show sucked, I don’t even know what it was about, all I remember is that it starred Will Ferrell impersonating George Bush day in and day out.

Economy

If I’m not mistaken, there was some stuff going on with people losing their jobs/houses/savings. We’re all done with that now, right? We’re all rich again, or is that just me? Sorry if it’s just me, I’m not all that in-touch with the common man.  Attribute that to getting rich from selling bachelor degrees from the University of North Virginia online.

Other Odds and Ends

Remember this year when Facebook was taken over by a bunch of emo teenagers in Oklahoma in order to get a girl’s attention? Probably not, because I made that up. But 2009 was a busy year for hackers. For example, Iran hacked Twitter and that was pretty fucking fantastic. That’s also the only example of hacking I can think of, except for that time I punked Dr. Zibbs, so maybe it wasn’t a ‘busy’ year per se, just in my mind right at this moment.

In 2009 Bernie Madoff was convicted of yelling too much during football games and sent to jail for life. Uh, or was that Bernie Madden? John Madden? Look, I don’t know – you brought this shit up. Okay, you didn’t bring this shit up.

I guess that’s about it for right now.  To each of you, have a Merry Christmas or whatever throat-hackey-sounding made-up equivalent you celebrate!

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Monday, December 21, 2009

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A Christmas Card, from me to you I
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Please to be enjoying!  (Reload the page for a new one!)

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Monday, December 21, 2009

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Christmas movie rant I
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Tis the season for shitty Christmas movies!  Yes, today’s already a year later than it was exactly one year ago, and one year ago it was the same thing as it is today – cold, snowy, dark, and National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation has aired non-stop for the last week on every single fucking channel.

Have you seen it?

It’s about this guy named Clarke Griswold, and he’s a southern gentleman vampire living on a tropical island after his plane crashed on it.  He finds these people already inhabiting the island, calls them “The Others”, and systematically hunts them down and drinks their blood and/or sexes them.

I’m not sure I’ve got my facts straight just there.

Anyways, I’ve been working hard at avoiding any Christmas movies, especially Christmas movies that involve Randy Quaid since I got in a fight with him at his third wedding a few years ago.  He was all up in my face at his wedding dance, and I was like, “Hey man, this may be your wedding and all, but ain’t NO ONE going to get in MY face during a dance-off,” and I hit him with a collapsible chair to drive my point home.  (My point being I’m not above stealing someone’s wallet while they’re unconscious on the dance floor during their own wedding.)

I guess what I’m getting at here is that I’m not a big Christmas movie fan, sometimes because of the bad Randy Quaid memories they bring up, and sometimes just because I’m the anti-Christ.  Well maybe not THEE anti-Christ, but I sure as heck am NOT working for Jesus since he’s not paying me.  So I guess it’s like ‘anti’, right?

The only Christmas movie I can stand is that one where that Mexican-y looking dude chases Woody Harrelson around Texas with an air-powered brain smasher thing.  No wait, he chases around Josh Brolin (who is banging Barbara Streisand in real life, did you know?) and in the end they all die or something like that.  Come to think of it, there’s not a whole lot of Christmas spirit going on, unless “Christmas spirit” involves stealing people’s drug money which I suppose could be pretty festive, depending on what you spent the money on.  Like hookers.  Hookers with candy canes.   Hookers with candy canes and like, big wheelchair-accessible holiday vaginas for everyone in your family!

And last but definitely not least, being that today is the shortest day of the year, please hug a midget today.

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Thursday, December 10, 2009

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Hollywood Christmas Carols! I
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(sing to the tune of Jingle Bells)
Matt Dil-lon,
Matt Dil-lon,
Let me touch your eye-brow.
I’m glad you
Succeeded
Despite your obvious deformity.

(sing to the tune of Jingle Bells)

Ben Af-fleck
Ben Af-fleck
You’ve got a huge chin.
Too bad Matt Damon
Can’t get you roles
In any more movies he’s in.


(sing to the tune of Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer)

Robin the red nosed drunkie,
Has a very desperate career,
Acting in movies with Tim Al-len
And hiding he likes men.

On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
Andy Dick on a heroin spree.

On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
Coupons for a colonic
And Andy Dick on a heroin spree.

On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
What smelled to be gouda
Coupons for a colonic
And Andy Dick on a heroin spree.

On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A Johnny Depp pirate-themed tie
What smelled to be gouda
Coupons for a colonic
And Andy dick on a heroin spree.

On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A clipping of her thyroid biopsy
A Johnny Depp pirate-themed tie
What smelled to be gouda
Coupons for a colonic
And Andy dick on a heroin spree.

On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
Photos of herself naked in a college basketball team’s dressing room
A clipping of her thyroid biopsy
A Johnny Depp pirate-themed tie
What smelled to be gouda
Coupons for a colonic
And Andy dick on a heroin spree.

On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
Season two of Seinfeld on Laser-Disc
Photos of herself naked in a college basketball team’s dressing room
A clipping of her thyroid biopsy
A Johnny Depp pirate-themed tie
What smelled to be gouda
Coupons for a colonic
And Andy dick on a heroin spree.

On the eighth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
Craisins
Season two of Seinfeld on Laser-Disc
Photos of herself naked in a college basketball team’s dressing room
A clipping of her thyroid biopsy
A Johnny Depp pirate-themed tie
What smelled to be gouda
Coupons for a colonic
And Andy dick on a heroin spree.

On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A calendar of the 12 months of Ben Stiller
Craisins
Season two of Seinfeld on Laser-Disc
Photos of herself naked in a college basketball team’s dressing room
A clipping of her thyroid biopsy
A Johnny Depp pirate-themed tie
What smelled to be gouda
Coupons for a colonic
And Andy dick on a heroin spree.

On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
Her sketches of Gene Simmon’s junk
A calendar of the 12 months of Ben Stiller
Craisins
Season two of Seinfeld on Laser-Disc
Photos of herself naked in a college basketball team’s dressing room
A clipping of her thyroid biopsy
A Johnny Depp pirate-themed tie
What smelled to be gouda
Coupons for a colonic
And Andy dick on a heroin spree.

On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
Spider Man underwear
Her sketches of Gene Simmon’s junk
A calendar of the 12 months of Ben Stiller
Craisins
Season two of Seinfeld on Laser-Disc
Photos of herself naked in a college basketball team’s dressing room
A bad case of clapA clipping of her thyroid biopsyA Johnny Depp pirate-themed tie
What smelled to be gouda
Coupons for a colonic
And Andy dick on a heroin spree.

On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A vial of Celine Dion’s blood clots
Spider Man underwear
Her sketches of Gene Simmon’s junk
A calendar of the 12 months of Ben Stiller
Craisins
Season two of Seinfeld on Laser-Disc
Photos of herself naked in a college basketball team’s dressing room
A bad case of clap
A Johnny Depp pirate-themed tie
What smelled to be gouda
Coupons for a colonic
And Andy dick on a heroin spree.

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Tuesday, December 8, 2009

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Dear Santa, 2009 I
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Dear Santa,

You and I go way back, you’ve had a history of disappointing me and I’ve had a history of insulting and ridiculing you and your goiter problems, so let’s just set that all aside this year, shall we?  I know you’re busy dry humping elves in a corner behind your plastic extrusion machine in your factory, so I’ll keep this short.

You will need to leave an environmentally friendly Safeway grocery bag with $174,000 in fifty dollar bills in the at the corner of MacDonald and 7th this Friday at 10am, and we will leave a cell phone for you in that spot to give you further instructions.  (When you’re done with the phone, leave it behind because it’s on a three year contract, thanks.)  NO FUCKING $100 BILLS EITHER, people don’t cash those any more because of counterfeits.  Serious, if I see ONE hundred-dollar bill in the pile, I’m going to lose my shit.

No funny business or Mrs. Claus will go scuba diving in the frozen river with concrete sneakers.  Got it?  She’s already halfway there, bitch hasn’t shut up about her arthritis medicine for three days now.  She’s starting to go Julia Roberts on us.  One of my associates thinks she looks sexy with a sock in her mouth.  Understand?  The point is that we’re serious.  And like, bad things might happen if things don’t go smoothly or whatever.

When the transaction has been completed … I’m not sure what happens after that, I’ve never saw a movie where anyone ever succeeds with a kidnapping to model my plans on, but anyways, if cops start showing up in our lives, we know where you live and surprise, it’s not the north pole like you’d have everyone believe, it’s fucking Madison, Wisconsin.  We’ve done our homework.

Sincerely,

Gary Shandling

(kidding, you know who this is)

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Tuesday, December 1, 2009

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Holy shit, an award! I
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Hello.  It’s been a while since we talked dear readers, but I’ve been thinking of you.

…thinking of sliding my hand up your pants

…sensually

…to see if those rumors of an operation in the back room of a strip club in Manilla are true

…y’know, like is your junk the same?

…or are you all post-oppy different?

Anyhoo, it’s been brought to my attention that I’m up for the blogger of the year award from Lord Grant Miller.  My first thought when I read that this morning was, “Oh shit, right, I’ve got a blog!”    My second thought was, “Holy crap, this fart could end up becoming a poop if I push any harder, cause it’s all warm feeling – like overly warm, danger Will Robinson, danger.”

Then I thought, “What, Grant Miller reads my blog?”  You see, Grant Miller was my inspiration to begin blogging years ago.  Well, him and Winter, who has long since disappeared off the face of the blogosphere, perhaps to mock Mexican people professionally or to write poetry about fetuses or something.

I read their two blogs and said, “Hey, they’re not funny at ALL, I could do this blogging thing!”  I’m kidding, kidding, KIDDING, Jesus Christ send your hate mail to Pope Harry Dean Stanton or whatever the Pope’s name this go-round is.  (Pope Sunkeneyed German?)  No, actually, I thought Grant and Winter were awesome and I wanted to be like them some day, or at least get their attention so that they would send me seed money to start a company that specializes in rendering liposuctioned fat into Febreeze (read the label).  We all know bloggers make shitpiles of money from blogging, so anyways, yeah, I wanted them to make my life better, cause I’m all about me in the end.

Now three years later, we come round full circle.   Grant finally noticed me, and whether or not I get any votes, at least Mr. Miller acknowledged my existence and now I can stop living in between his walls (like in that Steven King movie with the cat people) and whispering my name at him while he sleeps.  You know how hard it is to fit between walls when you’ve got a penis as long as mine?  (Answer: the penis isn’t a factor.)

So anyways, thanks for the nod Grant, thanks for noticing me, thank for being my zany inspiration years ago and still to this day, and thanks for not calling the cops when you found me naked in your attic trying on your old high school jackets.  That was mighty righteous of you to give me a few dollars and a ride to the bus station to get rid of me that night, even though I just took a cab and beat you back to your place and continued living in your walls again.  Now I can go home.

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Saturday, November 28, 2009

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If you’ve ever been in an industry with IT people, sales people, marketing people, advertising people, members of the Bush family, you’ll laugh your ass off at this series.

You can see the rest of them in at http://www.thewebsiteisdown.com/

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