My internet now works great, its times for me to get slightly tipsy on good hard cider and draw something vaguely smutty.

I like Futurama's version of the sex talk.

You are now dead; thank you for using "Stop and Drop," America's favourite suicide booth since 2008.

I never get tired of seeing "New Futurama" on Comedy central because even though the new episodes might suck harder than a vacuum it is better than no new futurama at all.

Come Monday, it'll be all right; come Monday, I'll be ... employed again.

I successfully installed a new towel bar in our bathroom, and I think this calls for a celebration.

I ripped a big hole in my underpants.

My daughter played in a trio for a local music contest this morning, and she was nervous to the point of crying last night and queasy this morning, but that didn't stop her from helping her two friends earn a "Superior" rating.

I LOVE UNEXPECTED FREE PIZZA IN THE KITCHEN AT WORK.

I PASSED MY LICENSING TEST.