The Fancy Catfish

it would seem i have some new neighbors that are less than keen on our dance party antics. mr. policeman has been by twice in the past couple of weeks. always at the stroke of four in the morning. the first visit was one of bewilderment for our man in blue. as some of you know, when being paid a visit by johnny law, they will always try to enter the home to assess the total situation and see what kind of illegal activities might be taking place. since we are only doing the typical blase saturday night electro making out with lesbian tequila shot mouth to mouth while wearing a sequine frog evening slip dance party, i always politely invite them right in. and like a cuckoo clock striking one o'clock, this guy was in, said "koo koo?" and immediately backed out the door. as he skittled back to the cruiser, i thanked him for letting us know about the noise level and wished him well on the rest of his night. i hope i didn't sound curt with him, it's just that i ...

fuck everyone but casey. I tried to drunk dial everyone and none of you people wanted anything to do with me. but casey, FROM GERMANY, he's cool. ps. some people called back so you're cool also. so coo Ill dcall you coolo. or coolio what ever you prefer. i type fasdt/.

in the privacy of your own home, turns out that the blow dryer move ain't half bad.

but now it's funny since i don't have enough hair to use a blow dryer. there are blow dryers in front of all the mirrors in the Y locker room. (yes, i work out at the Y and it's fun to stay at the. fuck you Blynch.) tonight was the third time i've witnessed some octogenarian dontgiveafuckness on such a grand scale that i'm slightly more fearful of getting to that point. this man is old, hairy, saggy, and a few other things that are opposite of a delight. suffice to say he always ends his blow dry run with a two seconds too long back handed swoop to the taint and ball region. it's almost elegant in form and so blatent that he has surpassed any 'fuck you, i'm old' displays i have ever witnessed. the execution is on par with a Karate Kid foot sweep and a whooping crane mating dance. so if you work out at the downtown Y, shower at home and stare at the floor and air dry everything and watch out for all those bees, i mean balls.

Man. I forgot about the blog. Way to keep things going Buddy.

but it's also very amusing to present your buddy Phil a go-kart trophy for each puke as it is hurled. now i have to wash trophies? really?

that i have 'grocery store' knees from last night's underwear dance party. thank goodness it was only from dancing.

to have fun, i have to not have fun. we WILL laugh about this someday. if not now. i late each and every one of us. it hurts so bad though.

last night i got everything i wanted and then laughed and laughed until dawn.

last night i got everything i wanted then i cried.

Lots of Pulp Fun combines fresh squeezed taste with lots of pulp for that fresh Life experience. Enjoy a glass, today! been a little contemplative today, so the blog gets a double dose. thought for awhile that maybe i'm having too much fun. Many of you that do not know me (and some that do not no me) would ask, "What the everliving fuck is that? Too much fun? What a dick." i very much try to live on the strict standard of 'work hard, play hard'. take a smile, leave a smile. i've made some good changes in the past few months that have made for some long overdue solid footing. i'm well aware that i'll get some Sisyphus action down the line and then i'll have a little sissy fuss, but i don't think i'll ever let the rock roll back over me or slip too far down anymore. life is good. maybe a little too much pulp. but damn, i like pulp and i'm having fun. i just have to make sure that it doesn't get so pulpy that i'm nibbling ...

i pride myself on being pretty honest on here, but this weekend.. huh... hmmm... huh? so i'll tell you as much as i can. friday: i did something with someone to avoid someone else (see the previous entry). saturday: i got into something with a lot of someones. the cops came. the cops left. (thank you manners) i politely turned down simultaneous significant someones to do the same something with a certain smokin' hot someone sans their significant someone (see definition from previous entry). saw sunrise, slept in, certain smokin' hot someone suddenly sans job. sunday: saw superbowl with some of the someones. slurped 'spensive scotch. sat and shot the shit with a certain smokin' hot someone and said i would no longer seek to do something out of 'spect for their certain someone and supposition that smokin' hot surpassed standards of being just another seriously smokin' hot someone. smokin' said s'ok sometimes under certain circumstances and that...

when you get called out of the blue to go have drinks with someone and a mutual friend. not really a blind date, a blurry date. it is VERY impolite to end up half naked on the floor making out with the mutual friend while blurry pouts on the couch, RAY. ass`hole (as hol) n. Vulgar Slang - any hole on an ass or mule. also see RAY, a drop of golden rude. i talked with the mutual today. we both think it's fuuuuuuuhh-ney. hilarious. and also very very funny. and we should never do oh my god it was funny, that again.