Friday, January 21, 2005
Hey, nada much here on the home front. Kind of a slow week, Me, the wife and Lura are all going out for vittles later, maybe that'll help. Can't hurt, goofy shit always goes down when Lura is present. Maybe she thinks that goofy shit always goes down when I'm around. Who cares? So, I have about 45 minutes left at work, it has been super busy. Once again, who cares? It isn't like me being miserable has any effect on your life. It might make you smile if I was WAY down in the dumps and all suicidal and shit cause at least that's funny in an advantage to the onlooker sort of way. Overworked=boring and, whatever. Everyone thinks that they are overworked, shit I bet that even like homeless no job having ass cracks think that they got it hard gathering cans and shit. Losers.
I started reading Ric Flair's autobiography last night. It's really good. If you like that sort of thing anyway. It's kind of this disconnected collection of stories and anecdotes from the Nature Boy's long and illustrious career. I think that he should write another or maybe a series of audio books where he pretends like he's in the room with you telling you stories from the glory days of the National Wrestling Alliance. Like shit about him and Dusty Rhodes tag teaming arena rats in the back of Dusty's tricked out van with a unicorn painted on the side. Stories about drinking moonshine out of a jug with XXX written on it with Dirty Dick Slater ( I think he got that name on account of his love of touching his pecker to other folk's belongings). Whatever, that's just my opinion and as we've learned over the last year, that don't count for shit...
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I started reading Ric Flair's autobiography last night. It's really good. If you like that sort of thing anyway. It's kind of this disconnected collection of stories and anecdotes from the Nature Boy's long and illustrious career. I think that he should write another or maybe a series of audio books where he pretends like he's in the room with you telling you stories from the glory days of the National Wrestling Alliance. Like shit about him and Dusty Rhodes tag teaming arena rats in the back of Dusty's tricked out van with a unicorn painted on the side. Stories about drinking moonshine out of a jug with XXX written on it with Dirty Dick Slater ( I think he got that name on account of his love of touching his pecker to other folk's belongings). Whatever, that's just my opinion and as we've learned over the last year, that don't count for shit...
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