I didn’t do too much this weekend, in fact I never left the house. How’s that for an awesome, kick-ass single dude?
So I’ll tell ya about a dream I had the other night.
(deed-lee, deed-lee, deed-lee)
Gene Simmons is a mutant serial killer, he is married to Debra Norville. They are both mutant serial killers and last [...]

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Pop Quiz Hot Shot!
You walk in the front door of your house. You have the sudden feeling that you have a solider coming out of the foxhole. You race to the head, sit down, and drop the kiddies off at the pool.
Look to your right, at the paper roll…
Empty…
Shit…
“No biggie”, you think, you’ll just reach over [...]

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Mine went from great to shitty in a matter of seconds.
We’ll get to the great part once I have a confirmation. IT’S BEEN CONFIRMED!!!!
Lets look at the shitty part.
I was driving to work, in the afternoon, along Ward Parkway, minding my own business. I was in the far left lane heading south coming up to [...]

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Monday night, after the meeting with the Cool Kids, where we discussed our plans for taking over the local media and politics in K.C. (There’s a lot to plan out for world domination, yo.
Anyway, I get home and low and behold I FINALLY got my stimulus, (stimuli?) check, a whole 600 clams. I was really [...]

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Last night I’m at the gym just finishing an ass kickin workout on my abs. I work out at a gym that is on top of a high rise building smack in the middle of downtown. The work out room and all of the cardio equipment face south over looking Signal Hill and I-35 and [...]

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I do some stupid shit. I mean some really stupid shit! This has been well documented in the 2 years that I’ve been blogging. From the work idiocy, to my many, many, incidents of hurting myself, to the time my car was stolen. Those are just a few of the examples that I was willing [...]

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As I was out running tonight I got to thinking about my dream job. I’d have to say that it would be a Professional Jar Opener. Or “PJO”. I could travel around the city opening jars for Cougar’s and MILFS. Charging only a few bucks per jar (plug gas).
But there would be no fucking way [...]

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