Bubala, Mumi & Max

Friday, September 29, 2006

Names Withheld To Protect The Indecent

Snowball Fight!
I must be reading too many blogs lately. Some of the characters from my favorite blogs ended up in my wacky dream last night. I am intentionally leaving out the names of those who guest starred in my dream in order to protect the innocent.

In the dream, it was snowing. I was at my mom's house but it was in my neighborhood. Some kids came along and started throwing snowballs at me. That's when all you blogger buds came along to help me out. About five or six of you guys showed up to help. We battled back against the snowball throwing kids and won the snowball fight.

After the snowball battle, we were all really tired. So, we decided to build an igloo and get some sleep. Of course when you put six or seven hot bloggers into an igloo, the temperature inside must get a little steamy, because we all agreed that we needed to shed our clothes down to our tighty-whities. (You all looked very hot in your tighty-whities, by the way!)

Fire Station
Well, at some time during all this hot blogger-tighty-whitie-man-frolicking, the igloo turned into a fire station just like that. One minute we're all pal'ing around in an igloo, the next minute the igloo suddenly turns into a fire station. Dreams can be so weird.

At about this time, the kids came back and started attacking us with their snowballs again. Only this time, they weren't the neighborhood bullies. They were bad boys from a nearby summer camp/reform school sort of place. (Summer camp?!? WTF?!? Isn't it snowing in this dream?)

Anyway, we all decide that the best strategy to defeat the evil summer camp snowballers is to split up into groups of two, so we do. We throw snowballs back and forth for a while. Eventually, the snowball battle escalates into fist fighting. We all group back together and the fists start flying. Of course, being the manly, strong, ruggedly handsome bloggers that we are, we easily defeat the reform school bad boys. In fact, we beat the crap out of them.

To celebrate our victory, I choose a particularly hot blogger bud and take him inside the fire station with me, down into the basement. I pretend that we are going down there to find some party supplies for the victory party that we all decide we need to throw in order to celebrate our fist fight victory. Of course, when we get down to the basement I start to put the moves on him. We're still in our tighty-whities, so putting the moves on him is a lot easier. Not that it would be that difficult in the first place since he is already putting the moves right back on me!

The tighty-whities hit the floor pretty quickly and there we both were. Down in the basement of the fire station, both naked and visibly aroused. It is only then that we realize that we are not alone in the basement. It seems that all of the other blogger buds had the same exact idea. Every one of you guys was down there in that basement with us. All naked and all visibly aroused. (You all looked very, very hot naked and aroused, by the way!)

That's when I woke up. Of course! Damn, damn damn! I wish I had slept just a little longer to see what would have happened next...

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

New Release Tuesday

Limited Edition George
Today, first thing in the morning, I went to Best Buy to be sure that I would be there right when they opened the doors for the new release Tuesday. Yep, today is the big one! The Curious George Movie comes out on DVD today. Yeah, the movie came out in February and they are just now releasing it on DVD. The main reason for going to Best Buy so early was to be sure that I got the exclusive limited edition FREE plush movie Curious George with popcorn.

So, I got to Best Buy 5 minutes before they opened, and there was already a group of about 20 people waiting outside the front door. I walked right up to the front of the line. I figured that since I was the only one with a Curious George T-shirt on, I deserved to be the first in line. Keeping in mind the recent local Tickle Me Elmo Doll incident, I came prepared today. I had a gun, a knife, a crowbar, nunchucks and a strap on terrorist mobile bomb vest with me today. These are desperate times, and the need to follow the enlightened ways of our prophet Curious George is very great. I wasn’t taking any chances. I was prepared to fight against the infidels who might try to prevent me from getting the DVD or, even more important, the FREE stuffed animal.

The Good Stuff
Other important new releases today include the new Tori Amos CD box set, "A Piano: The collection" and the new Scissor Sisters CD, "Ta-Da."

Friday, September 22, 2006

His First Gay Sex

When I was ages 4 through 7, I lived in Yorkshire, England in a mostly American community about 20 minutes from an American military base where I went to school and where most of our fathers worked. Our fathers were either international spies, like my father was, or army men. The family that lived next door to us had a child my age, a guy named Chris Hayden. We were in the same class together at school. Chris and I were best friends from almost as soon as I moved in next door to him. We would ride our bikes together, play with our GI Joe's (the 12" kind) and find all sorts of adventures to get into together. The land around our small, suburban neighborhood had some woods and big open fields, and we would go exploring all the time as kids often do.

This one adventure we were on had us in some woods that ran along the back of some houses in the neighborhood. We both had to pee and not wanting to run all the way home, we decided to just pee right there in the woods. We pulled our pants down and started peeing. When we were done, we were both looking at each other's little wee-wees. His was a little bit bigger than mine. I guess it turned us on looking at each other because we some how ended up with little boners. So, we pulled our pants down to our ankles and pulled our shirts up under our chins and we waddled around in the woods with our tiny erections. This was a new game called "the naked people in the wilderness game." We played this game a few other times, I was always the one who said, "Hey Chris, do you want to play the naked people in the wilderness game?" He was always afraid that we'd get caught. We had a few close calls, because Chris always was very slow at getting his pants up and his belt buckled.

This one time, however, some girl did see us and she said, "Awww! I saw you all, and you had your pants down!" We told her to shut up and we left and went home. Well, that little bitch went and told her mother who called Chris's mother and told her. After that, things were never the same. Chris's dad was what I would call a redneck bear. He was bearded and grumpy all the time. I would have to describe his mother as a fat, white trash cow who always had curlers in her hair. In looking back, it seems obvious that there was a lot of tension and fighting in that family and maybe even some abuse. I kind of felt sorry for Chris having such mean parents. After the incident, Chris was never allowed to play when I came calling. He was always punished or had something else to do. Shortly after that, Chris's Dad got a transfer back to the states and they moved and I never saw him again.

Years later, when we got back to the states, I asked my parents what ever became of the Hayden family and Chris. My parents had heard that Chris's parents had separated and Chris had gotten messed up on drugs while living with his mother on the East coast, so he was going to move to California to live with his father.

So, that was it. My first gay sex. No bareback fucking. I didn't let loose of my load all over his furry chin. There was no touching. No orgasm. Instead, it was innocent (we were six years old), erotic and beautiful. And, it was all spoiled by a dumb girl.

Class Pic
I'm the stylish young lad with a bicycle on my sweater in the top row and the handsome lad in front of me is Chris. I had him down there in just the right position. All he had to do was turn around. No one would have noticed a thing. They were all too busy checking out Lorraine pulling up her dress.

Thursday, September 21, 2006


Isn't it strange?
Sometimes, I feel all blurry. Like everything is happening way too fast for me to focus on anything. Life charges on by leaving me in the dust, rubbing my eyes, wondering what just happened.

It's September 21, 2006 already.

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Disco Still Sucks Or Why I Have Always Hated Being Gay

Disco sucks!
I. How I Discovered The Retched Suck Known As Gay Disco

When I came out back in the summer of 1982, I was dating a guy named Ralph. He lived in Crystal City just outside of D.C. on the Virginia side, and I lived in New Carrollton just outside of D.C. on the Maryland side. I would take the 45 minute Metro ride out to his place, and sometimes I would stay there for a couple of days. Just hanging out in his apartment while he was at work during the day. He would come home at night, and we would fuck. I was 15, and he was 21. Now, to keep myself occupied during the day I had a small black-and-white TV with awful reception, a telephone so I could call a friend, and a turntable with a bunch of records. There was also always a fair amount of grass to smoke around the apartment.

So, one day I caught a good buzz and went digging through the pile of record albums expecting to see what was in most people's record collections. You know, some Zeppelin, Lynyrd Skynrd, Eagles, Fleetwood Mac. All the records that were standard issue to everyone back in the 70's. What I found was some Bob Dylan, quite a few Joni Mitchell albums, the Woodstock soundtrack and wait... what's this? Donna Summer's "Bad Girls", The Village People "Cruisin'" and "Macho Man.
What The Fuck Is This Shit?!? I know it had to belong to his lesbian roommate because no boyfriend of mine would ever condescend to listen to something that sucked as much as that stuff did. I kept on looking and found a few more obscure titles, some with very blatantly gay covers depicting men cruising around city blocks or guys in leather trying to look tough but coming across as rather cheesy in their pre-glam-metal poses. I put one of the records on. THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! Well, from a drummer's point of view, I was already yawning. Then, the high pitch scream of a banshee demon from hell started wailing over top of the minimalist music. It was worse then nails across a chalkboard. It was razor blades hacking my eardrums into bite sized morsels.

When Ralph got home from work, I found out that the records that were actually listenable like the Dylan and Mitchell records were actually his lesbian roommate's records and that all the sucky Disco records were his. I suggested to him that we could burn the Disco records and pray to the Gods of Rock for forgiveness. That wasn't going to happen though and this just provoked a series of ongoing fights between Ralph and myself. I was so much happier when the video revolution started to happen, and I was able to persuade him to buy new wave-ish pop records that that didn't suck as much.

Gay, gay gay!
II. The Evil Gay Plague Known As Disco

So, as I grew up and became more gay-cultured, I realized that everywhere I went this regurgitated, thumping suckdom known as Disco would follow me laughing at me in a high pitched screaming diva wail. It has became the bane of my very gay existence. It seemed to me like a form of "gay Muzak." A pedestrian beat always happening and not much substance over top of that. A constant sense of mindlessness for everyone to worship like a god. It seemed that everyone I talked to had listened to normal music at one point in their lives, but once they came out, they converted to this agent of Satan known as Disco dance music.

I became suspicious. I realized that the Gay Evil Conformist Headquarters (or GECH) must be putting subliminal messages into the music that made everyone turn into empty mindless Disco zombies who only craved drugs, alcohol and sex. Lots and lots of sex. I investigated further with my research and observations. Once, while observing a hot looking man subject, I noticed that when the shitty Disco music kicked in, the hot guy turned into a screaming, diva bitch right before my eyes. Fantasy denied! And, if you were out someplace and you heard the words, "Hi. We're you're weather girls, and have we got news for you", the whole place would erupt into pandemonium and everyone's mind would be taken over by the worst plague of suckdom ever imaginable to human kind.

Now, after a while of this, I noticed a lot of these Disco zombies started getting sick and dying. I mean a whole lot of them. I'm convinced that it was something in the music. Some sort of cancerous tumor caused by overexposure to repetitive thumping and high pitched, diva shrills. The music has continued playing, however, and changing names over the years. You may have heard it called Techno, House, Electronica or some other deceptive cover up name so no one will ever get suspicious of the deadly result it has on it's listeners. Beware of death from Disco!

Disco zombie
III. How I Was Able To Elude The Death From Disco

Because I was conscious of the evils of the Disco menace from the start, I was able to set some guidelines so as not to be taken out by it venomous poison.

Here are some suggestions to help you avoid a painful Disco death.
  1. Try to stay away from gay bars, because 9 times out of 10 the music will suck big time.
  2. If you are exposed to the harmful vibrations known as dance music for a long period of time, the best thing to do is counteract it by listening to a very hard, abrasive rock or punk record turned up to 11.
  3. Make sure that you tell anyone else playing dance music how much they suck and how they should be destroyed for spreading this toxic disease.
  4. The B-side to the Disco record is the "Show Tune" which is equally as evil and frightening and should be avoided at all costs. Listening to show tunes is equivalent to having a hole drilled into your skull and having your brains sucked out with a vacuum cleaner.
  5. Most important thing is, when dating, before you look at the bank account, before you look in the closets, even before you get in their pants, you better take a look at that CD/record collection. If there is anything that is questionable, you had better burn it. Then, put a red lipstick X your date's forehead, leave immediately and go take a long, hot shower and be glad that it didn't get too serious.
Well, I'm off to do my sacred duty of destroying Disco/dance/what ever you want to call it music. Yeah, someone has to have the balls to say that enough is enough. Tonight, that cunt from Hell, Mariah Carey will be dragged by her hair, naked, down a road full of broken glass with an I-pod duct taped to her head blasting her own music into her ears at full volume until she shits herself and promises never to do it again.

The world must be protected.

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Memories Can Be Fun

It's funny what the brain chooses to remember. After 36 years of living, there are many assorted, random, mostly non-sensical memories of my life stored away in the dusty closets of my mind.

I have always been fond of male.Like the time when I was 8 years old and I decided to play "reverse mailman" in my neighborhood. Instead of delivering mail, I took all of the mail from everyone's mailboxes. Of course, after stealing all of the mail, I had no idea what to do with it, so I did what anyone else would do with stolen mail and tossed it down the storm drain. As you can imagine, the neighbors were not so thrilled about this at all. Someone called the cops. (Bastards! Always spoiling my fun!) Since tampering with the mail is a federal offense, the feds were called in also. Fortunately for me, I was questioned and released to the custody of my embarrassed parents and no charges were filed. I did have a federal police record until I turned 18 years old though.

Mmmm... Graham crackerey...
Or, how about that time when I was in the 4th grade and I ate a whole box of Graham crackers one morning right before school. Some time, shortly before lunch, my stomach decided that it was over the whole "digesting the mounds of Graham crackers" thing, and I barfed up a big old slimy pile of Graham cracker stew right there in the middle of Miss Rafferty's English lesson. There are a few things that can happen to you in elementary school that the other kids will never, ever let you forget no matter how long you live. Barfing up Graham crackers in the middle of Miss Rafferty's English lesson is certainly one of those things. Oh yeah, to this day, I still cannot stand the smell or taste of Graham crackers.

Free money!Of course, there are also some much more pleasant memories trapped in my neurons. Pleasant memories are usually the ones that make someone else besides me look like the fool. Like that time when we were all at the Columbia Mall in the early 1980's. My father worked at a store there called United Optical. He was an optician. So, sometimes, we would all go there to meet him and have dinner together.

Well, this one time, we all got to the mall and met him at the store. He was just finishing up with a customer when we arrived, so my mother, my brothers and I told him that we would meet him at the pizza place. My sister, who was only about 4 or 5 years old at the time stayed at the store to wait for my father. Or, so we thought...

So, my father shows up at the pizza place about 5 minutes later without my sister. Of course, the first question out of my mother's mouth is, "Where's Anne?" My father had assumed that she was with us, and we assumed that she was with him. We only had to panic for a short while though because my sister showed up about two minutes later.

Something was a little odd about her though. Her pockets were bulging. Her legs and shoes were soaking, dripping wet and she jingled when she walked. So, my parents pressed her for details about where she had been. She explained to us that she had found a whole bunch of coins just laying there on the floor in the mall, so she collected them all up and stuffed them into her pockets.

Of course, the next obvious question for my sister was how did your feet get so wet? Well, it seems that the coins that she had "found" were the ones that were laying at the bottom of the mall fountain. My sister had actually been running around in the mall fountain snatching up all the coins that she could find and stuffing them in her pockets. To this day, I still laugh out loud every time I picture my little sister splashing around the mall fountain grabbing pennies, nickels and dimes and quarters while all the mall patrons were walking by. Obviously, someone had to see here in there, but no one stopped her. I only wish I had been there with a video camera!

*Sigh* Memories can be fun!

Saturday, September 16, 2006

Rollercoaster Retaliation (Part Two)

The Three Stooges
Oh, sweet revenge will be mine for the summer of a thousand roller coasters!

The Past:

Now some of you may know about our past adventures under the Porcupine Tree. They have been extensive at times and always fruitful. Last fall for instance, our charted course looked like this:

Sep. 25, 2005: USA, New York City: Jewzapolooza (free Blackfield show)
Sep. 26, 2005: USA, Washington DC: 9:30 Club
Sep. 27, 2005: USA, Philadelphia: Keswick Theatre
Sep. 28, 2005: USA, Providence: Lupo's (Blackfield opened)
Sep. 30, 2005: USA, Boston: Berklee Performance Center
Oct. 01, 2005: USA, New York City: Town Hall

Then, as if we hadn't gotten enough of it, we decided spur of the moment to make the 11 hour drive West for these two shows:

Oct. 12, 2005: USA, Chicago: Park West
Oct. 11, 2005: USA, Chicago: Park West

The reason we went all the way to Chicago was because the band was filming a live DVD there, and we wanted to be there to be part of Porcupine Tree history. So, we booked a hotel close to the venue as did a lot of other PT fans from all over. Each night, we were the first ones in line and we were able to stand in the same place right up against the stage a little to right of Steven Wilson both nights. This is the same place I have stood/sat for almost all the PT shows I've been to so it's an ongoing tradition now.

So, for almost a year now, we have been wondering, "Hmmm... will we end up on the cutting room floor or will we make it into the concert DVD?" Then, just after we got back from visiting Tim and Donn at the beach, a message popped up on PorcupineTree.com stating that we could now pre-order the limited, numbered first edition copies of the new DVD "Arriving Somewhere..." So, of course, I immediately ordered it.

The Present:

On Monday, I got an e-mail saying that my DVD had shipped from the UK. On Wednesday, it was in my mailbox. I got #550 out of 2,000 first editions. The concert was filmed by a company called Studio M. They have done some great things documenting Porcupine Tree along the way. The footage was edited by Lasse Holie who has designed album covers and directed videos for the band before. The video footage was given the full Lasse makeover. The sound was mixed by Steven Wilson in 5.1 surround. It's quite a breathtaking combination. The abstract cinematography and the lush textured sound of PT.

So, did we make it on to the DVD? Actually, if you know where to look, we make cameo appearances in almost every song during the concert. Sometimes, it's an angular shot from the side, sometimes a frontal crowd shot. Sometimes, it's a full band shot and you can see the back of my bald head rocking out back and forth. One way or the other, we made our mark in Porcupine Tree history. So, when the DVD comes out on October 10th at a DVD merchant near your home, you will all have to run out and buy a copy just so you can rock out with Porcupine Tree and play that always popular and ever exciting game of "Can you spot Bubala and Mumi at the Porcupine Tree concert?"

The Future:

So, how is this retaliation? Well, I get to play the DVD over and over and say to Bubala, "Look! There we are!" Not enough you say? Yeah, I didn't think so either. So, I called up my good pal, Steven Wilson, and explained the situation to him. You know, all about the rollercoaster nightmare summer from Hell. And, in his usual British accent, speaking through a vocal effect that made him sound like he is on the phone while underwater he said, "I know what we can do. We will come over to the USA and play a few concerts to promote the new DVD. That way, you can drag Bubala to all of the shows on the East Coast, and we can debut a bunch of brand new songs and make him take a test when it's all over with." I like the way that man plays... I mean thinks.

So, here is where we will be on these dates:

Oct. 05, 2006: USA, Boston: Berklee Performance Center
Oct. 06, 2006: USA, New York City: Nokia Theatre
Oct. 07, 2006: USA, Philadelphia: Keswick Theatre
Oct. 08, 2006: USA, Falls Church: State Theatre

So, if you are not doing anything and you are close by, come join us on more of our adventures under the Porcupine Tree. We'll be easy to spot. I'll be the bald guy right up front standing next to the very bored looking Bubala. Ah, sweet revenge!

Thursday, September 14, 2006

Another Gay Movie...

Another Gay Movie
I was just checking out the Website for Another Gay Movie. It looks hilarious. I really want to see this movie. It is not playing in Baltimore yet. I guess we'll be making the trek down to D.C. to the Landmark Theatre to check it out.

Anyone seen it yet? If so, how was it?

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Max II: The Sequel

Max's Little Brother
I have been toying around with the idea of adopting another cute litte Basenji/mix doggie (the one pictured above) from the Maryland SPCA. I just don't know how little boy Max would feel about sharing his space, his masters and his ice cream with another dog. He is not the most social dog in the world. In fact, Max is completely convinced that he is a human being, not a dog.

But, that dog up there in the pic sure is a cutie. Don't you think so?

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Wacky Packs Are Back

Wacky Packages
The all new 4th series of Wacky Packages are out in stores now. Of course, we have been buying them up like crazy everywhere we see them, so good luck finding them!

Here are several of my favorites from series 4:

Brokeback Mountain DuoDumb N OldAfter LifeCheese Poodles
Dream Cheese
Hoggin Dogz
Stubble Bubble

Sunday, September 10, 2006

Ro Day Oh...

On Saturday, I went to my first ever gay rodeo. In fact, it was the first rodeo that I had ever been to, gay or straight. Honestly, I was not sure what to expect but I ended up having a great time. The weather was perfect. The men were mostly hotter than the blazing September sun. Lots of facial hair, tight jeans and sexy cowboy hats. Oh yeah, the bull riding and calf roping stuff was neat also.

I wouldn't let a bull that close to my naughty bits.
No bull!
Our bestest friends Tim and Donn (in the middle) were there.
Tim & Donn
And so was Marilyn Mon-rodeo!
Mumi decided that the boy monkey should hug the boy monkey and the girl monkey should hug the girl monkey. This is a gay rodeo after all.
5 monkeys
What kind of gay rodeo would it be without a drag queen humping a bull?
Um, okay...
The gang's all here... (Well, except for Tim, he's taking the pic!)
Yo ho!
Was Daniel Boone a rodeo cowboy?
Daniel Mumi

About The Title: I told Mumi that since this was a gay rodeo, it should actually be pronounced "ro-DAY-oh" as in Rodeo Drive in Beverly Hills. It just sounds fancier and gayer that way. He didn't agree with me though.

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Let’s Pretend We’re In Antartica*

Of Montreal
Meet my new favorite band.
They are called Of Montreal.
They have released like 8 or 9 CD's.
They have been around for almost ten years now.
I only just discovered them by accident yesterday.
I wish that it was easier for me to discover new music!

MP3: Of Montreal: Wraith Pinned to the Mist (And Other Games)

*Spellcheck Police please note: I know that Antarctica is spelled incorrectly above. This is how the band spells it on their Website.

Monday, September 04, 2006


Happy Labor Day!

I'm famous!

Just head on over to America Online's Jobs page and check it out. That's me! The goofy looking nerd with the bingo balls for eyes! (You might have to scroll through the pictures to find me.) There is also a brief little story about my "odd job" on this AOL Web page. I am number 4 in the slideshow.

See? I told you that I was famous! Applications for groupies will be taken from now until midnight tonight. There will be a written and an oral exam.

On a related note, I got a very interesting offer for another odd job just the other night. I was offered a position working in a crematorium loading the corpses into the incinerator. Gross! I politely declined the offer.

I guess I'm just an odd-jobs kind of guy!

Sunday, September 03, 2006

Captain Underpants

Mumi Underpants
Hurricane season is upon us and while an ill wind comes arising across the cities of the plain and there's no swimming in the heavy water or singing in the acid rain (and there are no bike rides or Max walks either!) So, I am left with a dilemma. What's a guy to do while stuck home alone on a mostly rainy and soggy weekend? I know! I'll just stay inside and curl up with a good book. No, I won't make a cappuccino and sit by the fire. Instead I'll pull out a pair of tighty whities and read the latest epic novel from that genius known as Dav Pilkey called Captain Underpants And The Preposterous Plight Of The Purple Potty People. It came out a few weeks ago and it's just been sitting around here waiting for just the right time for me to pick it up.

Not familiar with Captain Underpants? Here's the scoop. The stories surround two mischievous school boys named George and Harold and their school principal, the mean Mr. Krupp, who has been hypnotized by the boys with their 3-D hypno-ring. So now, every time someone snaps their fingers, Mr. Krupp strips down to his skivvies and changes into Captain Underpants and he runs off yelling "Tra-La la la la." (I know. It's so gay!)

The stories are kind of gross in a kid sort of way. It's kind of like South Park for kids of all ages. Dav Pilkey won't sell out though. He's gotten lots of offers to do a cartoon or film about Captain Underpants, but he really wants to promote literacy among young people. So, if he can gain their interest with the wild, pretty gross and hilarious stories and get them to read, then who needs a TV show?* You can read all about Captain Underpants and George and Harold and their crazy adventures like The Invasion of the Incredibly Naughty Cafeteria Ladies (and the Subsequent Assault Of the Equally Evil Lunchroom Zombie Nerds) or The Perilous Plot Of Professor Poopypants or my personal favorite The Wrath Of The Wicked Wedgie Woman Oh, they are all so good.

Dav Pilkey writes other books too but it's the Captain Underpants books that have gained him fame and notoriety. I personally think that he is a genius. So, I am proud to sit around in my underwear and read his latest offering. In fact, I look forward to it. (Oh yeah, and like most guys that sit around in their underwear, my hand kind of keeps gravitating toward the same spot subconsciously.)

*Of course, if you just cannot stand living without a TV show to watch, might I suggest our Lord and Saviour, Curious George's new morning half hour gospel airing on PBS for the first time this Monday, September 4th at 8:00 a.m. And, if you miss him then, you can catch him again Tuesday at 8:00 a.m. And, if you still did not watch him yet again, (oh you are so going to Hell for sure!) you can catch him on Wednesday at 8:00 a.m. ...and so on and so on... You can tell two people and they can tell two people and so on, and so on, and so on. Sooner or later, everyone will realize that Jesus is gone and he has left Curious George in charge.

Our Saviour"Oh Lord that swingeth from thy vine in thy tree in thy jungle, please let us all be inquisitive."

Saturday, September 02, 2006

You Are An Obsession

This is my new addiction...
Mmmmmm... Hershey's
I am so addicted to Hershey's chocolate bars.
I only like the really big ones though.
The 1/2 pound size.
They are much more chocolatey tasting than the littler ones.
I buy a new one every couple of days.
Only 1,150 chocolatey, delicious calories in each bar.
I bet they put crack in them.
I am slowly becoming the bear that I always knew that I could be.
One giant Hershey bar at a time...