Happy New Year. I think we should celebrate the Chinese new year because it is in spring and that season is more fitting for the birth of a new year. It is a season of renewal. The trees are new, the animals are new, and you don't have to freeze your balls off all the time.
Funny conversation:
Heath: Man I can't wait for this ball to drop.
Summer: What have you been doing the last eighteen years?
Good times.
My XBOX had to go away for a while, explaining why I have taken the time to post on here. It was sick, so I mailed it to Texas, where the XBOX doctor will heal it. Hopefully I get a free game out of it.
Also, the same day my XBOX went to Texas, I drove down as well. I went with Elizabeth to what can only be described as "Lake Nirvana". It is a little private club type thing that's really called Westlakes, and it owns. The members of the club include aging Texas millionares and Elizabeth's father, who inherited the membership from his father-in-law. While I was down there, I went fishing. While I was fishing, I caught a fish. The fish was this big.
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Which translates to around six pounds and over two feet long. Elizabeth got sick while we were down there, and that was very, very sad.
And to end on a lighter note, cut a sixteenth note out of paper and place the cutout over a flashlight, then point the light at a wall and look at it right after you read my final thought, which is:
John Post was sodomized by an octopus wielding a cucumber, a salmon, a number 2 pencil, a desk lamp and a chainsaw, leaving two tentacles open to hold him down and spread his cheeks. |