2004-01-22

Jesus Christ. Um, first of all, my friend Paul* (That's pronounced Paul Star. Seriously. I love Paul*.) is always cruisin' the prison websites in the southern states looking for lady friends (here's his latest sweetheart). Today he sent me this link (DON'T CLICK THAT!) with the subject "Dead Peeps, Yo." I thought I was gonna see, I don't know, some sort of staged peep carnage with overturned tonka trucks and half eaten Easter candy.

Um, no, that's a bunch of dead people. This wouldn't be so terrible (whatever, you know, I watch CSI) except that they're all unidentified. Unknown dead people. Damn, Paul*. Just Damn.

Also, in my email, I received a terrifically exciting piece of spam with the subject "100 Lazy People Needed." Hey, if I'm called to duty... It was just for a pyramid scheme, but what I loved about it was that it was sent to: Lazy People [[email protected]]. Yes siree, I'm officially known throughout the world as an inert, loafing sloth. Hurrah! I knew I'd finally have my day in the sun.

Oh, one more thing? I love my beer. It's so good to me.