Comments on The Blind Butcher: I hope you choke on it.

That's the funniest 'shit' I've ever read. Althou...

2009-06-04T17:22:40.081-05:00

That's the funniest 'shit' I've ever read. Although, the telling of it is much better than the reading of it. You've got your corn, I've got my stain.

It's all good.

I could read this dribble all day. I will NEVER be...

2009-06-03T20:54:23.770-05:00

I could read this dribble all day. I will NEVER be able to look at corn the same way again, thank God. Chewing is over-rated. You are no Divinci, but truely a Van Gough. Unappreciated in your own time. Your train of thought blows my mind and makes me wish I had misspent more of my youth. I am, indeed, entertained.

It is Wednesday, by the way. Naked yet?

I would have named this entry "Eye-Love-Corn-Dogs....

2009-06-03T15:50:38.018-05:00

I would have named this entry "Eye-Love-Corn-Dogs."

22 knots on 8 foot seas? Are you kidding? You sho...

2009-06-03T02:05:03.280-05:00

22 knots on 8 foot seas? Are you kidding?

You should be able to do that at 35 knots and 15 foot seas on the size vessel you are on....

WHAT A VAGINA.

You're gay. Why were they crying?

2009-06-03T02:02:32.442-05:00

You're gay.

Why were they crying?

You didnt even spellcheck it, SWEET. thats what i ...

2009-06-03T00:20:09.860-05:00

You didnt even spellcheck it, SWEET. thats what i get for typing at 22 knots on 8 ft seas.

You do know that a chunk of the Mike Gunn wanted t...

2009-06-02T23:43:19.972-05:00

You do know that a chunk of the Mike Gunn wanted to name an album "The Corn We Didn't Chew," don't you?

I know how the truth is like putty in your hands, but I also know from experience that your reality isn't really that far from the truth. In other words, you tend to exaggerate in a lateral fashion. A trait I admittedly don't get, but whatever.

Maybe consider a stabbing in your next stripper corn/porn tale to spruce thing up a touch. I had a hard time keeping my eyes open reading this verbal sleep aid. Just not enough action. Okay, maybe not.

Oh yeah, and my name is spelled John, not Jhon. If you're going to implicate me in the madness that is your life, at least spell my name right.

And while I will agree completely with the unseen forces that bind the two of us, they unfortunately don't include corn, or stippers. Blow? Well, that's a different story.

I am making you an author of this blog. Send my an e-mail address that works for you, I need it to add you to the author roll. You will then get an e-mail requesting you to be an author for this blog. Accept it or I'll have Claire talk your Filipino cohorts into using you as shark bait.

Glori Steinam just called, it appears she wants your number.