Bringing elbow drops to the crooked cops. It's Captain Professional Wrestler.
Today I was faced with one of the most important decisions of my life. To stand back and allow myself to be continually used and let everyone else dictate my actions or me taking a chance and do something about it. Yes friends, I stood up and made a difference. I wanted iced cream, so goddamnit I walked and got some. Now, this is probably up there with the women's suffrage movement or at the very least black people running away from the southern states. They probably ran really fast too because they are natural athletes and are much more physically fit than your average cracker man (a whitey). The ice cream of choice was chocolate, which fits in with that minority thing I was talking about because black people probably taste like chocolate. Not that I'd know because I have never have had the opportunity of tasting a black man. Lex Luthor assured me he tastes just like any other man but I don't believe him because he makes his living off a life of crime and lying is his fucking occupation. Why in the sam hell would anyone take his bullshit propaganda as gospel? I say everyone should cast off their chains of oppression and grab a fistful of vengeance and sugar cones. Frozen dairy is all a man needs to live a happy life.
I brought the noise so I hope you guys brought the funk, because if you did we can make a whole cauldron full of party and dispense it with a ladle into plastic cups for EVERYONE. How are you? I am going to assume you are right as rain. There are rainbows in the dark over the horizon over on this side of the internet. Wednesday The Matt Adams and I are going to rip roar over Pennsylvania to destination Indiana Jones where my stuff will be unloaded, I will take up residency, and immediately start my newest mission of College 2.0. The days will hopefully be short and the nights will ideally be long. Don't think I am going to neglect my internet wired friends. You guys will still get heaping helpings of updates a plenty and maybe even some photo journals of my events, adventures, misadventures, and general chicanery. It's going to be a new exciting world of web log entries for me AND you. We, together, as a TEAM are going to kick it up a few notches because utilities are included in the rent. I have ambitious concepts brewing that include but are not limited too: A day dedicated to recipes where you tell me your favorites and I showcase some of mine, A new gimmick character who will more than likely be checking off the Be Funny bullet on his to-do list, and become a amateur porn site that exploits college girls at frat parties! These things would not and will not be possible without my support and viewers like you. How is that for cooperation?
To everyone I will be leaving in this Monongahela River Valley Community, I'll check you later alligators. If you want to hang like a criminal just drop me some electronic mail at championmanus@yahoo.com and then we will chit-chat about a probable and possible get together. Who wouldn't want to munch some lunch with a yours truly? I do it everyday and believe you me, it is pretty awesome. Maybe we could even have some warm steamy nights in a sauna or another vapor producing hot spot. Sky is the limit you dreamers. So shine on crazy diamonds. Time for me to turn over, I'll catch you on the flip side. No doubts.
Kyle Lee Hufnagel
"Every time I do one of these end of post quotes I want to write about fighting but I always stop myself. I really don't know why that is. I think I am just going to write down the word fighting and maybe it will go away. Fighting."