Hey. How’s it hanging? Not much on my end; just sitting here enjoying an ice-cold can of Colt 45. That’s right, Colt 45. Sure, it’s a poor person’s drink. Even a homeless person’s drink, when you get right down to it. So what? It works every time. That’s all I care about.
Oh, and sorry for not writing much this week. Not that sorry, though. Hell, you people don’t expect me to provide you with free entertainment every goddamn day of the week, do you? If so, you’re crazy.
As for me, I’m off to get so drunk I crap my pants. Then I’m gonna enjoy a big dinner, and maybe drink some more after that. See you later.