You weasly punks

I'm gonna spice things up at this sorry-ass blog. It has what, like four readers? Well that's four more than your blog has!!! Haa haa haa!!!

I think it might rain tomorrow.

Not normal people, no.

People don't just barf all the time.

BTW, The Mrs.'s mother is visiting this Christmas.

Tonight

Seems to be dark.

Snow?

Or just frost?

We shall see next week.

Jazzing it up

This morning, I considered making this blog a group blog where any number of failed bloggers could come together to post crap. That way, you'd have a continuous stream of crap, which I know is what keeps the fans of this particular site running.

However then I thought to myself, "Self, the reason these bloggers failed is because they stopped writing crap, not because they ran out of crap to write. So really, it'd be a blog with five contributors who don't actually ever write anything, and that would be as worthless as it already is. You'd be better off creating a second blogger account for yourself under a different name and then posting fake arguments with your alter-ego. You could create an identity called 'The Mrs.' and really go to town, and no one would ever know, dullard that they are."

But it's a major pain-in-the-ass to create another blogger account. Plus, The Mrs. is not known for her sense of humor. I'd probably have to call it "Angry Thespian."

The road to $1000

I've decided to follow the lead of Cavitation and keep track of how long it takes me to save $1000 by "not pissing it away".

So, let's see. Today I had just one beer at happy hour (where I was to drown my sorrows as opposed to being happy). Savings: $5 (with tip).

I got the medium combo meal at GoodTimes instead of the large. Savings: $1.

Oh, and I did not place my order for this, and then I did not upgrade the engine, seats, electronics, steering, instrument panel, deck, or the trailer. Savings: $43,115.

OK, I'm done.

We take shelter

I think we're in for a thunderstorm.