Today's featured shit

One of my more favorite lines from NHL 2002. Now he is the goalie for your Florida Panthers. I really don’t know whether to be excited by this.

I am still sore from hockey Sunday, but I may not have time to go tomorrow.

They say that you should give your body a day to recover after strenuous activity, and as far as I am concerned, that day was yesterday. I figure if I just take it easy and do a light workout that that will be fine. I just need to do something so I have an excuse to eat today. That corn isn’t going to eat itself, although if I leave it in the fridge much longer, it just might.

I can’t believe it never occurred to me. That site is the fucking devil, I tells ya, and I don’t mean it in the good way. So at any rate, I get a request for an add and it is from some chick in Indiana, whose picture is of her in a bra with a banana between her tits.

I suppose I should be accepting all adds because there is no such thing as bad publicity, but it just didn’t feel right. I am not saying I have to know all my “friends” on MySpace, but at least be a real person and not a bot that wants to sleep with me.

I love the blue one because it smells like blueberries, but I really love the black one because it smells like ink.

I am at work trying to enjoy the air conditioning when look at what is scurrying across the carpet. I cannot get 226 pounds of force onto the ball of one foot fast enough in squashing the shit out of that damn spider.

That’s how I want to die. It’d be so quick I wouldn’t feel a thing.