By Popular Demand
I've been nudged. I don't know what that means, but I assume I'm supposed to post more.
So things have been pretty epic lately. I took on a part-time job as a personal financial advisor, and I'm gunning for power of attorney too. General Fire wants me back as the shop manager. My AK is, at long last, officially completed. I might get a piglet, which I will name Hannibal Barca and take for walks in the neighborhood until he has reached a truly succulent size. Life is flush with opportunity. Sometimes I wonder if I should go on vacation, or if I should just learn how to photoshop so that I can save my money but still have the pictures to show I was there. I could go to Washington next week if I did that. And New York. And Connecticut. And Mutiny Bay. And Medieval Times. And not Dolly Parton's Dixie Stampede. Ever. Again. Then I can make up awesome stories about the places that I didn't go and pretend I really was there and not eating plain popcorn in someone's basement. Where do you think I should I go? I got a slew of gift crappy movies, including Amnesia, which is fucking ridiculously awesome. Also, someone should make a Masonic rap group. Wor$hipful Ma$ta$. Listen to these dope rhymes as I fire 'em, I'm the baddest-ass widow's son since Hiram. 33 degrees when I tell that bitch please, Get the fuck outta dodge no hoochies in tha Grand Lodge. If this offends you, relax, they're already tracking me.
So things have been pretty epic lately. I took on a part-time job as a personal financial advisor, and I'm gunning for power of attorney too. General Fire wants me back as the shop manager. My AK is, at long last, officially completed. I might get a piglet, which I will name Hannibal Barca and take for walks in the neighborhood until he has reached a truly succulent size. Life is flush with opportunity. Sometimes I wonder if I should go on vacation, or if I should just learn how to photoshop so that I can save my money but still have the pictures to show I was there. I could go to Washington next week if I did that. And New York. And Connecticut. And Mutiny Bay. And Medieval Times. And not Dolly Parton's Dixie Stampede. Ever. Again. Then I can make up awesome stories about the places that I didn't go and pretend I really was there and not eating plain popcorn in someone's basement. Where do you think I should I go? I got a slew of gift crappy movies, including Amnesia, which is fucking ridiculously awesome. Also, someone should make a Masonic rap group. Wor$hipful Ma$ta$. Listen to these dope rhymes as I fire 'em, I'm the baddest-ass widow's son since Hiram. 33 degrees when I tell that bitch please, Get the fuck outta dodge no hoochies in tha Grand Lodge. If this offends you, relax, they're already tracking me.