What is up, my peeps?
I have no idea what that means.
Not much is going on here. I am writing in here because my evil plan has worked! At least 3 people who I emailed about this here website are checking it on a regular basis. I hate to disappoint my public by not updating at least 3 times a week!
And you never know, maybe someone I DON’T know might read this, love the way I write and offer me a wonderful job working for a humor magazine.
The only problem I see with that, is the complete lack of humor magazines out there. Maybe I should start writing about my erotic adventures in Yonkers, and that way I could get hired by Penthouse to write those letters that “readers” submit.
Not that I have ever read an issue of Penthouse. Is there a magazine named Penthouse? I may have just made that up, or maybe it is something I heard in one of them picture shows the kids like so much.
Speaking of pictures, I have cable! Yippee! More options. More clicking. More crap! There really is very little on television.
I did not have any run-ins with clergy today. You know, clergy are like IHOPs, you never think you are going to see one, but then one day you are driving down the highway at 1:30am, and you have a craving for pancakes and coffee, and there on the side of the road, as big as life, there is a priest, in his little priest outfit, doing his priest thing.
On second thought, priests and IHOPs have nothing in common.
I am outie, yo.