Thursday, March 22, 2012

Saturday, March 17, 2012

It Makes Sense

                  "He's Irish, he can deal with something being wrong the rest of his life. 
                   But it doesn't mean he likes it."
                                                                                    --New Irish Celtic

As he sat in front of his laptop with the external 23 inch monitor plugged into it giving him another screen, he felt the leather of his office chair give him no comfort. Well, a little comfort.
It was St. Patrick's day after all.

Thursday, March 15, 2012


At least these socks are comfortable. Gotta buy new boots, grab a new work knife.

Gotta get another pack of smokes, a 16 oz. of something strong and carbonated. 

Gotta get a haircut, maybe not off, but definitely shorter.

Gotta get a some more breakfast food, including OJ fa sho J.

Monday, March 12, 2012

What's The Difference

In bed that night, he was most definitely awake. He was tossing and turning, groaning and moving, moaning and breathing hard. His muscles, (with practically no fat covering them, laying on top of only his bones) burned and bulged from the rush of blood. As the cool air slipped out from the ceiling vent in the room, the light coat of sweat cooled on him, only build and be cooled again.

. . .Because sex tended to bring that out in him.


A douchebag of my magnitude could cleanse a whale's vagina.