at noon i'll screaming yabba dabba do! and scratching my fred flintstone-face, while i drive barefooted, because yall know how i roll.
and by 1pm (pacific standard time) i'll be neck deep in my hot tub, nursing a budweiser. you betcha.
and if im smart i'll remember to bring my Ipod, but i haven't remembered to ever do that ONCE since i lived here, proving me retardisimo.
right now Jay leno is on mute and there's like all these fucking birds all over his set. i guess his "special guest" tonight is the crazy swan care-taker. and this leads me to a question...
i have seen a shit load of late nite animal segments a la Jack Hanna, The Crocodile hunter-dude, and now this fucking insane bird lady. but... here's the question, WHAT THE FUCK?!
is some scared looking, tortured animal sposed ot make me sleep tight? i don't get it.
and the animal always has that look of fear, like how a cow must look before the slaughter house decapitates it.
and i derno. i think i just hate jay leno, and am letting his exploitation of innocent swans anger me. because really, what the fuck do i care about some gay ass swan? really tho.
in a perfect world conan obrien would just get two hours, and boy do i love the conan theme song. max whatever-berg and the max whatever-berg 7 kick some ass. yes. it's true.
im sitting indian style in my underwear and it's becoming apparent to me that i reek, and desperatly need to shower, and it appears i may need to lather rinse repeat wuite a few times. so imma go get to that now before im late for work. i only have 7 hours left. (yes im that filthy)
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