Yoyoyoyoyo!

What it is, motherfuckers!

(Sorry, obscure quote from the lyrics of a band quite popularly known as ‘The Bloodhound Gang’.)

I have nothing to write about. (Maybe it’s something in the water; I hear Mike has writer’s block or some shit.)
God damn, I’m horny. Maybe I’ll ask if Kate wants to come do some more bellydancing for me.
(And just for the record, I agree tall blonde slender chicks are very self-absorbed, and only interested in being tall, blonde, and slender. Kate actually had something to talk about—I mean, during the bits where I wasn’t braining her on the floor.)
You know what I like? Kissing. You know what I like even more than kissing? Kissing in a church. You know what I like even more than kissing in a church? Fondling a woman’s bare breast in church.

Oh, I’m going to hell.

Damn.