The idea of blogging is one that has been presented to me on a number of occasions. That number being very small... so small that to type it on this page would not be worth the time spent to do so, nor the time it would take for you to read it. But none the less, it has been mentioned. So I figure I might as well give it a good ol' shot here.
I wish I had a grand story to share with everyone for my very first blog. (Hahaha, pretty sure "everyone" in this instance translates directly into "myself") But sadly the fact of the matter is, it's late. It's late, it's late, and I'm late for a very important date. <--- Not true. I mean, it is late, but there is no date. I mean there is a date, it is 12/22/2010, but it's not MY date. Just simply THE date.
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Society wouldn't approve, but DAMN IT!!!! I LOVE HER!!! And if Romeo and Juliet has taught us anything, it is that you cannot put an age on love... and are differences in age really more acceptable than differences in DNA? Yes, absolutely yes. And that is why I will NOT be building a crappy cabin in the cold, dumb woods. I will NOT being living off the land, the land doesn't even have basic cable! I will NOT be killing my dinner with my own two hands, I will pay someone else to do it for me. Same goes for the wiping of the backside. I am aware that that is extra, that's fine... I enjoy the finer things in life. And I will MOST DEFINITELY NOT be doing any of these things, or any other things, with a beloved Lambchops. I hate you Lambchops! I hate you, and I have never even met you. The very thought of your existence fills me with a boiling anger that would put the once mighty Rob Van Winkle to shame. The End.... F U Lambchops... F... U.