THE BULLSHITTER

Off to the races.  Here I go, off to the "Screw-off 500"....and it's a close one so far.  So far the only thing right today is the hot date I have tonight, which will inevitably leave me broke and blue-balled.....off to the races indeed!  I guess I can relate to the earning potential, because when you are sitting at a potential earning of "0", you have some potential.  I could potentially kick my roommate's girlfriend in the box, and that definitely has some sort of earning potential.....like earning high-fives from peers for my good deed of "boxing" as I like to call it.  I think the earning potential could be exponential from that one.....wow, I feel so wisened at this point.

Wouldn't that be a fun sport to watch guys?  It might be the only time you will see girls trying to boot each other in the junk, instead of aiming for us innocent guys.....?  I might even pay money to see that......maybe if the drinks were free........and I could borrow someone else's pants, because I would no doubt shit my pants from laughter.....ok, shut up, you're getting me side-tracked.

Let's talk about sentence 3:  "Put in extra hours".  What the hell does this mean?  I'm going to take the "high road" and assume it means putting in extra hours during the week binge drinking with the gang.  That's GOTTA be what that means!  So for all of you college folk who have been cutting back on your beer-time due to the thought that studying is getting you somewhere, just read above....because you must be lost.  Because how many working people do you know that get off work and just want to F*cking kill someone?  I mean, who wants to be that guy?

And I know personally, that my ideas are at their finest while intoxicated.  I've even tried some of them out.  Some of them didn't work out as I had planned.....you might even say that some of them even went "badly".  However at the time of revelation(all 30 seconds), I believed that my urine could defy gravity and find "it's own way" out of my buddy's blazer.....absolutely not the case.  So I must have had an off night.

And yes, peer pressure was able to do all of the "help drumming" I needed......never fails.

So there ya go.....Pisces 04/07/05....analyzed, poorly.