Blog 142: He Has Left Us Alone But Shafts Of Light Sometimes Grace The Corner Of Our Blogs

Stella!!

STELLLLLLLAAAAAAA!!!

My car is dead. It died and it's not coming back to life and I don't know why. Something about a Cam Sensor... St..Stelllaaaaaaa...

Right, well now I'm forced to once again drive my ASS CAR, aka the old Subaru Hunk-O-Shitastic Rex. It comes complete with bald tires, no air, oil leaks, no guts, weak windshield wipers, dim lights and a funny smell! Hooray!

In other news; Capitan Hick and I scoped out our most-likely new duplex, otherwise known as the International House of Beefcakes, and it will most-likely be ours in a matter of days. Most-likely. From there it's just a few new colors of paint, some new light fixtures, maybe some curtains, rugs, furniture, decorations, a hot tub, pool table, mini bar and mud wrestling pit and we'll have ourselves a functional pad! Here's to twins, or something!

There's a new Indie Equation up. Hey gimme a break, it's only been 2 1/2 months or so. Can't a man take a little break? I mean, I give and I give and I give and for WHAT?! 2-3 hits a day?! And YOU! You people only want to read this blog when I have something tragic and sad to say! How dysfunctional is that? Really?

Ok, I'm kidding. I appreciate anyone who reads this blog that isn't trying to sell me penis pills. Now if they were handing out FREE penis pills...

Wakka wakka wakka!!!!