Soooo, The Big-Breasted Weather Babe...

...was standing in front of her fake map this morning, shaking her sultry titties and ass and telling me of my impending doom if I were to risk driving. It was all a ruse, I'm sure, as I knew she was enticing me to dive through the TV screen to suckle on her pokie nipples.

Alas, I had coffee to drink and my mortality to ponder. The first got shitcanned when I realized I had no beans. The second was more than I could handle for such an early time of day, so I went and got the pet and tried to relax before I made such a fateful decision. After some calls to the gods to save me from total demise at the hands of heavy metal and icy roads, and some hot monkey sex, I sent myself out into the wilderness, as did the Baptist, to purge my soul of its demons and make myself pure as the driven snow.

Of course, being the prayerful man I am, I raised my arms heavenwards and beseached the almighty for the scourge to end. As usual, it took his ass about 8 hours to consider it. But what the hell. My supplication was answered and I am now at home in the bosom of my surroundings, nonetheless for wear.

So, hot weather babe, show me your tits, because you sure didn't show me any weather.

I Generally Don't Pay Any Attention...

...to my site meter. I know what I do is the process of a troubled mind and I don't expect anyone to come along for the ride.

But I find it odd that on the occasions I do check it, the hits go down, but the time of visit goes up, and vice versa. This is a conspiracy of aliens, no doubt. I refuse to play the game. I do this to fill a void. It's not for some deep-seated psychological aberration. If you read, you do, if not, it makes no matter. Most of us write bullshit, expecting others to care. And when they say they do, it's unlikely they are telling the truth. It's just part of the phenomena.

This Is Just Pure...

...horseshit, all this outpouring of grief and sadness because some horse kicked the bucket.

Someone on the news last night even mentioned that his last meal was grass. HUH?? Who gives a flying fuck. The only people who should even care one bit are the owners because they just lost the chance to make about $300,000 each time he went to stud. It never ceases to amaze me how people react when some celebrity(either human or otherwise) bites the big one. They act as if they were personally involved with them. Fuck you, you're a moron.