Saturday 10-20-07

It must be all this caffeine in these Diet Cokes....I'm feeling positively blustery today....

Uhhhh.....what day is it....I played poker late late last night at Caesar's gambling boat.....and I don't know how long I slept. I know it's gotta be either Monday, or Wednesday.

Were you on vacation this week? Or does it start Monday?

I am now officially on vacation, Ms bam. I thank you for your inquiry, for it gives me the oppoutunity to expound on the preciousness of one having one's own time, beholden to nothing or no one. For what does it serve a man to have riches of the land or of love, if he has not the time to channel these possessions to his own pleasure? What also does the servitude of that man to a corporate master have to do with his happiness other than the shallow trappings of what society calls "success", when that same success only serves to enslave him even further? As we all go through the lightning stroke of this thing we call "life", who among us would not feel remorse at the bright heat of blazement that it creates, only to have it snuffed at the apex of that brightness a millisecond after it's birth. "Tis enough to cause one pain of the soul to the epitomy of hell, while still resting his tight muscular thighs and buttocks in the comfort of his computer chair.

Has everyone been raptured away? And am I the only one left. Harken to me, posters, and let thy bountiful fruit of wisdom be displayed on the pixels of this monitor, forever to be enshrined in the hallowed halls of mediocrity.

Oh, I woke up sooooo late today, and I wasn't able to get out of grocery shopping this week.

I'm sure I'll be back later to check for your words of wisdom and tight, muscular thighs and buttocks.

If you get bored enough, feel free to check out some of the Halloween junk. I wouldn't mind at all if somebody at least looked at it.

baldar77 wrote:

Has everyone been raptured away? And am I the only one left. Harken to me, posters, and let thy bountiful fruit of wisdom be displayed on the pixels of this monitor, forever to be enshrined in the hallowed halls of mediocrity.

"TO ME, GUNSLINGERS!"

If Steve pops in that should catch his eye.
The good one.
The one on his forehead.