bleer bog

It is about time for some new bloggery.
I'm getting sick of looking at the last one.
Even though I have had a good run of comments.
So, what should this be about?
Well, I am on my third beer...
wait a sec...I gotta go open that thing
so I won't be lyin' to ya.
I'm sorry baby for lyin' to ya!! I'll never do it again.
I swear!
Also, I gotta pee...
If I hold off it might give this whole thing
that edgy kind of feel to it.
I know I'm feeling kind of edgy.
It is kind of like
when you have to pee and you head to the bathroom...
suddenly you have to pee much more than you did
before you headed down the hall.
That was how I was feeling at the beginning of the last sentence.
I had some bad luck in the bathroom.
Now, before you run away
it won't be that bad.
It wasn't my fault. I didn't know when I started this post
that it would have so much bodily function in it.
What happened in the bathroom was that I had to plunge.
It is the daughter's fault.
She's got some prize winning stuff.
If there was a category at the county fair,
let's just say, "She could compete with some of the livestock."
Hey! This is not a bad thing.
It is not an insult.
It just IS what it is.
I think I am through with that topic for now.
We may need to return at a later date.
I doubt it.
So, what the hell are you doing tonight?
I mean, you are checking out other people's blogs
right?
I really appreciate you stopping by.
Try to leave a comment if you can figure out how.
As I said in one of my earleist posts,
I tried to leave a comment on the blog of a friend
and ended up launching the "start your own blog" sequence.
It wasn't exactly like accidentally pushing the "launch" button
on the space shuttle or anything
but after I got it started I thought "why not?"
Now, here I am at 10:30 at night
typing dialogue to hypothetical readers.
Hey, I know you are not hypothetical.
But you were when I typed this.
How does it feel to make the transition from hypothetical
to real?
Does the name "Pinocchio" ring a bell?
Well, I hope if your nose grows,
you put it to good use (if you know what I mean)
To be honest, that was the first sexual inuendo
of this whole post.
In you endo...
That was the second.
It seemed only right to end on
a sexual remark.
Thanks for stopping by.
If you made it this far,
you are sincerely and deeply
one of my favorite people.
mykl