So I'm awakened at the crack of 1:30 PM by a ringing phone.

It's Nate C. Seems that he wanted to complain about the quality of a movie he borrowed from me.

Now, I own a lot of DVD's and I have to admit that they're not all winners.

In fact, a few of them downright suck.

Thing is, the movie in question happens to be one of the best movies of the last 20 years. I speak, of course, of the Bruce Campbell classic Bubba Ho-Tep.

This just goes to prove a belief that I've long held, Nate C has no soul.

There is no way that you can't at least like Bubba Ho-Tep. You might not love it, but he hated it.

But what can you expect from someone that used to go into the dorm restrooms and piss on the toilet paper.

As a matter of fact, if you went to WVU in 1992 and you lived in the dorms and were the victim of some similarly heinous act, then contact me and for the right price detailed directions to his house could be yours.


On a side note, looks like Mike D is coming back to town this weekend, so we'll likely end up getting into something. With luck I'll have another check from my stock guy so I can drag Mikey to the titty-bar. I'm sure he'll put up a valiant, if ultimately futile, struggle.

Speaking of my stocks, thier days are numbered. Yes, I'm fucking rocketing towards being totally broke. Still no insurance, no surgery and soon, no money.

Boy if not for my boyish good-looks, scads of attractive lady-friends, and my enormous penis life just wouldn't be worth living.




Somebody fucking shoot me.