Charlie (3-1/2) told me he was going to work tomorrow…
“Where do you work?”
“Hawaiian CK.”
“Oh? Hawaiian CK. What do they make?”
“Excerise car lights.”
“Interesting. So how long have you worked there?”
“Five times.”
July 16, 2008
July 15, 2008
I stopped being five 37 years ago.
Please disregard if the following doesn’t apply to you:
Grow the fuck up, people and stop being childish assholes.
It’s all fun and games until an old man falls down.
This is Skatz, minutes before the “incident”. There we are, enjoying my birthday dinner on the patio of the restaurant, when suddendly, she leaps across the table (flashing her “privates” over our heads) to the street, where she proceeds to give an old man mouth to mouth…
He was breathing fine, by the way, but apparently broke his arm in a spectacular fall. Both Gaylord and I had our backs to the street, so I’m assuming it was spectacular since we couldn’t see it. Churl was facing the street with Skatz, so she saw it too, expect she hates old people and didn’t care.
June 8, 2008
A message to you Rudy.
Ever feel like your life is like a video? This is mine: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ri8fQ-7eVAY&feature=related.
It’s never enough.
May 31, 2008
May 29, 2008
The art of writing.
When considering a new blog post, I follow the same methodology every day. I pick up a pen, put my glasses on my head, and then start to think… FUCK YOU! (Note the “love” on the finger.) It works every time.
Have you ever?
Had one of those days where you wish you could just punch everyone you see in the face?
May 23, 2008
Charlie likes the ladies hairy.
“Eww. I don’t like that girl.”
“Why, Charlie?”
“Cause she take-ted her hair off.”
