When I was a kid listening to Elton John's "Someone Saved My Life Tonight" and
he'd get to the lyric, "...And someone saved my life tonight, sugar bear," I
thought he was talking about the Super Sugar Crisp Sugar Bear from Post Cereal
you know, the one with 8 essential vitamins. So I always loved the song because
I loved that cereal! I doubt I knew at the time that it was about an attempted
suicide over trying to get out of a marriage.

My friend, Marshall sent me this Male Fairy Tale:

Once upon a time, a Prince asked a Princess, “Will you marry me?” She said,
“No!” And the Prince lived happily ever after, rode motorcycles, banged skinny,
big-tittied girls half his age, hunted, fished, went to bars, drank Captain
Morgan, never heard bitching, never paid child support, never got cheated on
while he was at work, he had tons of money in the bank and left the toilet seat
up.

The End.

Watched a thoroughly disgusting Japanese game show where a father of 2 daughters
could win a family trip to Hawaii. All he had to do was not have sex with his
daughters who were mixed in a line up of 6 other fully nude barely adult women
whose faces were obscured and only had their naughty bits protruding from
openings in the set. Of course, he lost, but us viewers were the clear losers!

And because he lost by having sex with his daughter, he had to choose which
daughter he would have to impregnate as part of his punishment for losing. All
the time I spent watching and reading subtitles I kept thinking how Ryan
Seacrest was gonna handle hosting the American version. My friend said she
doesn't think the show is real, but you can't make that shit up, besides it was
on TV via the Internet!

I was gonna post the links to the video of the said tee vee show, but my lawyers
advised against it.

I watched a sad Diane Sawyer news piece from years back about Belladonna and how
she hates what she does, yet keeps doing it because the money is so good. Is
that really a good excuse? Would you keep doing a job that you hated yourself
for doing just because the money was good? Hmmm...

I don't have a job, other than pleasing you dear reader, but I hate myself for
watching that news piece and the 1000's of hours of Belladonna's oeuvre.

I hurt my hip something fierce yesterday, I must be getting old, I also found a
gray nose hair, so I've been doping up with some awesome drugs and chocolate
cobbler. Well, the drugs were to get over the hip pain, not the shock of finding
a gray hair in my nose, chocolate cobbler was for that and it was The ABSOLUTELY
BEST COBBLER EVER!!! But I'm back to feeling okay, just woozy!

I found a brand new walker at the thrift store for $5, but a tube of tennis
balls were $8, so I might just start making some noise instead. I never see
people out on walkers without tennis balls on the feet of the walkers. I wonder
who figured out that was the way to fix that scraping sound? An old genius, I
bet! We as a society can't just throw our elderly away! There are still
geniuses, craftsmen, artists, philosophers, writers, teachers and once a porn
actress reaches 28 years old, she can start working in the genre known as
"Mature" by her 30's she can do "Milf" and "Granny" stuff…

Well, old people still have value, that's all I meant to say.

Unless they are completely out of it, smelling bad and taking up space,
drooling…

Hopefully someone will still care for me!