Archive for August, 2009

You take one down, and pass it around, now go shine the coffee table

• August 30, 2009 • 4 Comments

It’s raining, it’s pouring, the old man is complaining about you complaining about the weather

• August 26, 2009 • 4 Comments

What would you do for a Klondike bar? Myself, I’d go to the store and buy one. Well, if I wanted one, of course.

• August 20, 2009 • 6 Comments

Don’t make me go all ‘Draw Four’ up in this motherlover!

• August 19, 2009 • 5 Comments

I love when oversensitive people who don’t know me overreact to me.

• August 12, 2009 • 5 Comments

So I guess this is where I start talking about that whole “Hey, I’m almost 30″ thing.

• August 10, 2009 • 6 Comments

Sometimes I feel I’ve got to get away from the pain ’80s music drives into the heart of me.

• August 8, 2009 • 5 Comments

Sometimes I just like to ramble because it’s fun

• August 7, 2009 • 3 Comments

Screw this whole iPod stuff. I’m going back to my walkman. Okay, not really, but still…

• August 4, 2009 • 6 Comments

“I’m Agent Johnson. This is Special Agent Johnson. No relation.”

• August 3, 2009 • 4 Comments