Wednesday, September 7, 2016
It's beginning to look like the flying brain monkeys got bored and went home. That in
itself is a pretty sad commentary on the inner workings of my brain.
Not enough going on up there to even keep monkeys entertained. The up
side is, the absence of monkeys makes room for pondering. Pondering
usually means more incredibly stupid stuff jumping out from between my
ears. Before that happens though let me clear something up. Anything you
may have heard about me, a hooker, and a goat is a vicious
prevarication perpetrated by the Illuminati. It is intended to discredit
me and my legitimate business dealings with the aliens from the planet
Prozac 4. My efforts to procure the Prozacian tincture that will grow
hair on my feet like a hobbit, is my business.
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