The Wife has a headache.
The Mistress is out of town.
The Milf across town has got religion
And the Coed just thinks I'm creepy.

Must be time to Blog. Clear the Baffles. Time to diarrhea on over the page.

I've had an epiphany. I'm a big kid. A Really big kid somewhere in between the ages of 14-17. I sort of knew this, as I have mentioned this before. I have never realized how truly deep this run. This came to me after spending all day eating cherry frosted Pop Tarts, and alternating between playing Video Games on my PS3 and jerking off to Transvestite Jello Porn. OMG! I'm 45, it's before noon and already went through a box of tissues.

It's a powerful thing to realize your place in this universe. It's not to be some great leader, save lives, or win people hearts and mind. You are places as an example of what NOT to become: the old guy who scare small children and smell vaguely like an old gym sock. Hmmmm.... Am I having that mid-life crisis?

So what have I been doing when I'm not being Keyser Söze.