My Day

Got up.

Fed the baby.

Ate.

Did a tiny bit of drawing.

Ran.

Ate out.

Went to Wal Mart.

Saw balls on a truck in the Wal-Mart parking lot.

Beat off to college volleyball.

Watched the Fedor fight on CBS…Fedor got another knockout.

Wrote a blog about this shit.

I’d rather have rotted breastmilk than a million melons.

Bro it, dudes.

These are the nipples. Somewhat old, but they seem to work well.

Mr. Walkway, I am sighting in your cannon tomorrow.
I found this video, and my thoughts progressed something like this:
“WHOA…3 SHOT POLE CANNON…….HOLY SHIT……..these guys are dorks…..this is NASTY CREW in 25 years.”

My favorite quote is “Whatever we did (?), it was deadly.”

yeah, follow your fucking dreams

Weekly Steve Vai

Yes

Feels good man.

Just try it. Feels so good.

By the way, I’ve been in Alaska for about a week, and will be here for another week. Don’t know what it is, but this place feels like home. I would move here if I could get Paula to agree. No joke. Gonna do some exploring this weekend even though I might have a coworker around most of the time. That is the only drag right now.

We are not alone

Check out this creep:
http://hardlessons.blogspot.com/

Good thing we’re not creepy here.

CREEP IT

MERRY CHRUSTMAS