doctorskinny

Wanna hear me pretend to be Devin Townsend? Sure you do! Turn your speakers up really loud first for the full effect.

Some guy knocked on my door this morning and asked if he could buy my barn. I was a little confused. The barn's made of wood -- I figure you can get enough wood to build your very own barn from somewhere like Home Depot or, you know, a forest. He wanted the wood to build some sort of super-barn to house horses and children who want to ride horses. As someone who hates both horses and children (mostly horses), I can't get behind that.

At least he was offering money. The last two guys who came to inquire about the barn wanted me to pay them to tear it down. Screw that. If anyone gets to play with improvised munitions in a hazardous demolition environment, it's going to be me.

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I moved all my old roommate's stuff into a back-room in my house to make room for my new roommate. My new roommate's a motorcycle, but it does need its space. If you're feeling generous, you can buy it track-stands for x-mas.