crashdog

Okay, I swear to god that I'm not just a figament of the imagination and that I am in fact, a real person that is capable of slapping his monkeyesque fists onto a keyboard and posting once in a goddamn while. How's everybody doing? Me? Oh, goodness gracious, I'm fucking stellar. I saw B.B. King tonight (pics are coming soon. Don't get too excited, tho. A shitty zoom combined with monstrous amounts of alchohol don't make for the best photo package) and it was un-fucking-real. If I can kick a mere fraction of the ass that he does when I'm 80, I'll be grateful.
At times like this, it would be really nice to be able to call in sick. Yeah, NOT looking forward to going to work in a few hours...sigh. It's going to be a long day, believe you me. After tomorrow, though, it's smooth sailing. My little bro's going to be in town, so we'll be chillin' like ice cream fillin'...like back in The Day.
And that's all I've got.


Look, mother. A pirate. Ooh.