Another Wasted Year

Yeah it's almost here, just a few hours left until another year rolls around. Dave is making me write this, cause he says, "It's the thing to do". He says it in that whiny voice he uses on his kids. I'm not his kid, I'm a sidekick.

Instead of making me write this, I need to get him to have my leg professionally fixed. This duct tape on it is starting to itch. And to add insult to injury, he took a photo of it to show some repair guy. But, he hasn't developed it yet. Did I really want to get naked, so he could take a picture of my crotch? No, not really. But, he's a ventriloquist, so he's naturally weird. It's my cross I have to bear.

So anyway, if you need me, I'll be having a cheap bottle of champagne at midnight and some cheap tequila at 1AM and if all goes to plan--a cheap woman shortly after that.

MERRY CHRISTMAS, DAMMIT

Well, it's been a long time since I felt like updating this rag, but it's the Christmas season and all, and I'm feeling all "neesy-nice" and warm and egg-nog filled, so I figure what the hell; I'll go ahead and wish both my readers a Merry Christmas.

Mind you, I don't go for all that "Happy Holidays" crap and politically correct stuff. If'n you celebrate Hanukkah or Kwanzaa--more power to ya; and I hope all goes well for you, too.

I'm just a ventriloquist's sidekick, who really cares what I think anyway.

But, you can be certain, I'll be back to make Dave's life miserable and writing what I feel like; when I feel like it.

Until then....

MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM THE GRAVEL ROAD, DAMMIT!