
*Might have gone too far

So yesterday I was hanging with Ozone and Turbo when it came to me. Why aren't I making money doing the worm? It is high time I showed those corporate drones that I am more than just a suit. I have talent and I am going to go far. Next time I have an interview, I am going to walk on in there, pull off my suit sleeves and before security can escort me out, do a head spin. Those old stuffed shirts will then realize I am exactly what they have been looking for and hire me instantly to head up importing and exporting.
"Her first act as President: To introduce a Pre-K lunch buffet that includes lead paint chips"is what sparked the outrage, while others claim that the joke about a
"Large Head-Start Program"was also questionable given the fact that Erik Sean Nelson is a contributor to the Huffington Post, which has White House press room credentials. Barry Rides operatives have also been told by credible sources that Erik Sean Nelson is overweight and physically unappealing.

I never thought I would say this, but there may actually be a use for Twitter after all. Besides of course for people to keep track of my bowel movements. That use is to notify me of where and when to eat. There is this new trend of high end roach coaches driving around Los Angeles. These trucks send out Twitter notes of where they will be so losers like me who want nothing more out of life than food can go find them. I think it is brilliant. I sit at home and wait for the message telling me where and when. It's like a fight club but instead of notifying me of where to get my ass kicked, it notifies me of where to get a stomach ache.


Ed McMahon just announced that he was leaving his wife and moving to the Hollywood Forever retirement community. Ed had no comment about the story but a close friend was overheard saying, "Ed finally found a home where he wouldn't have to worry about money."
All year I've been dreaming of Comic-con. Where else can a seemingly harmless man as myself get his picture taken with a black woman dressed as Wonder-Woman while on his way to the bathroom? It's a simple pleasure that I was hoping to enjoy. In the past, I would drive down to San Diego while wearing my Darth Maul face paint, go up to the counter, buy a ticket, and spend the next four hours not being judged. But noooooooooo, not this time. This year the elf wizard, level ten, behind Comic-con decided to sell tickets exclusively online. No sales at the door for the guy who wants to pretend going is a spur of the moment decision. After much anguish, I decided to use the interweb and purchase a ticket online. The pain of having to commit months in advance was so great I had to double my therapy sessions for the week. Well the boys of Lamda, Lamda, Lamda got the last laugh. The show has been sold out for months. I have no way of getting in. I am going to put on my batman pajamas and cry.











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