Sex sells, everybody is either thinking about or a lucky few are doing it, or thinking about it while doing it.'
I guess I'm not thinking about it or doing it, I'm sitting here at almost 11 pm, listening to YouTube videos, some of them are about sex, which I guess could be construed as a blog about sex.
So there you go, SEX SELLS!!! Hi!!
Anyways, I just felt like writing, typing something and hitting publishing!!! Hope all of you are doing well.
Random guy blogging about Random Stuff!! Enjoy!!!
Sunday, November 25, 2018
Monday, November 19, 2018
A Random Trip inside my mind!
The words slipped out, onto the page, it was a cold night, dark, the wind howling.
I was some other age, young, still innocent, if there was such a thing.
What if this "Reality" wasn't real, just part of some messed up fantasy of a blind deaf girl hitting random buttons on a keyboard connected to the server controlling our "Matrix", our quote on quote reality?
What if death was just her deleting us out by accident?
These are the things that keep me awake at night.
That and 12 pots of hot, black coffee, two scoops of sugar, to destroy my blood.
The words continue to spew out, in some form of random mindless wonders, some day, I will have to make some new friends, ones who haven't heard my same jokes about 1980s sitcoms and Ronald Reagan jokes.
"Tell us about the time you killed a whole room full of Nazi vampires in 1922!!"
It was a cold dark night...
I was some other age, young, still innocent, if there was such a thing.
What if this "Reality" wasn't real, just part of some messed up fantasy of a blind deaf girl hitting random buttons on a keyboard connected to the server controlling our "Matrix", our quote on quote reality?
What if death was just her deleting us out by accident?
These are the things that keep me awake at night.
That and 12 pots of hot, black coffee, two scoops of sugar, to destroy my blood.
The words continue to spew out, in some form of random mindless wonders, some day, I will have to make some new friends, ones who haven't heard my same jokes about 1980s sitcoms and Ronald Reagan jokes.
"Tell us about the time you killed a whole room full of Nazi vampires in 1922!!"
It was a cold dark night...
Monday, November 12, 2018
On the Road with some Random Guy
We were dancing on the freeway; cars zooming by, we dared them to hit us, full on impact but they swerved like the chicken shits they were.
We were in Ohio, outside some town, the sign read 'Hollow Oak - Home of Buzz Aldrin or Jimmy Crackcorn or something' all towns out here had to have signs telling you who famous was born there and if they didn't have any one famous from there, they had to add the last time their high school won something.
In Indiana, one town had their sign - GOPHERS WINNER OF THE NATIONAL CHOIR SOCIETY CHAMPIONSHIP 1976.
There in Hollow Oak they had a museum for their home town hero; the house he was born and raised in with a sign in the front yard that read: SO AND SO MUSEUM AND GIFT SHOP - ADMISSION $5.00 A PERSON.
Marcos gave the guy a wooden nickel and said it was worth ten bucks and we entered with glee.
"Green shag carpeting just as it was left in 1978 when so and so ran away from this one horse town!!" the tour guide said pointing down at our feet.
All I saw was a lake of blood and demon fish. "Did he know how to swim?" I asked but the tour guide kept moving forward.
"Here in the kitchen....."
Twenty minutes later we were done; beating up the ticket guy to get our wooden nickel back.
"I didn't say it was going to be a good tour!"
In Cincinnati, home of the fighting Butt Pirates (we missed the sign) we stopped in for the Ohio State Dish - monkey brains and donkey testicles; a treat you can sink your teeth into and go, EWW!!
Marcos remembered his childhood as he ate his. I remembered my prom date and wondered if Virgil was still alive and well.
We left a good tip; half a wooden nickel and a quart of vomit.
I had forgotten what monkey brains does to me.
We ventured on down the high way.
We were in Ohio, outside some town, the sign read 'Hollow Oak - Home of Buzz Aldrin or Jimmy Crackcorn or something' all towns out here had to have signs telling you who famous was born there and if they didn't have any one famous from there, they had to add the last time their high school won something.
In Indiana, one town had their sign - GOPHERS WINNER OF THE NATIONAL CHOIR SOCIETY CHAMPIONSHIP 1976.
There in Hollow Oak they had a museum for their home town hero; the house he was born and raised in with a sign in the front yard that read: SO AND SO MUSEUM AND GIFT SHOP - ADMISSION $5.00 A PERSON.
Marcos gave the guy a wooden nickel and said it was worth ten bucks and we entered with glee.
"Green shag carpeting just as it was left in 1978 when so and so ran away from this one horse town!!" the tour guide said pointing down at our feet.
All I saw was a lake of blood and demon fish. "Did he know how to swim?" I asked but the tour guide kept moving forward.
"Here in the kitchen....."
Twenty minutes later we were done; beating up the ticket guy to get our wooden nickel back.
"I didn't say it was going to be a good tour!"
In Cincinnati, home of the fighting Butt Pirates (we missed the sign) we stopped in for the Ohio State Dish - monkey brains and donkey testicles; a treat you can sink your teeth into and go, EWW!!
Marcos remembered his childhood as he ate his. I remembered my prom date and wondered if Virgil was still alive and well.
We left a good tip; half a wooden nickel and a quart of vomit.
I had forgotten what monkey brains does to me.
We ventured on down the high way.
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