don't be such a bitch, captain
I'm reading Al Franken's book "The Truth, with jokes" which is amazing, but depressing. So I look up at the clock and its 11:59 my mother has gone to bed already and like Thanksgiving and Christmas this year there was no celebration. Anyway I decide to put the TV on and watch the shitty ball hit the shitty font of "2006" and I can't help but laugh because as Regis and two whores are leading the countdown for us TV viewers in the background you can hear the crowd overtake them in volume as they are four seconds ahead. And as I watch the face of the three go grim while they begin to mumble not sure what to do; should they stop, keep going, or jump ahead randomly. So the two whore stop about 14ish and regis mumbles for a few seconds then comes back to an audible 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Happy fucking douche year may it be less douchey than the last.
Also Brian Kirby called me today, weird... Sorry, but I'm dirt poor can't buys nutin.
Also Brian Kirby called me today, weird... Sorry, but I'm dirt poor can't buys nutin.