Come on now, I can’t be the only one who thought of that can I? Big ass monster fucking hurricane heading for the shoreline down there and its name is Katrina… and they’re talking about huge ass waves from the storm surge. Come on people, nostalgia. You know damn well you’re humming Walking on Sunshine right now. I am watching this coverage once again in amazement that these retard reporters go out and risk their lives to let us know how dangerous it is out there. You know that they aren’t trying to warn the people that are there… they already fucking know. The show is for people like me, sitting on my couch in Wisconsin wondering what it’s like to get blown around like that. In fact that gives me a great entrepreneurial idea… quick to the screen printers. My new T-Shirt line coming out to benefit the people of the south… “I got blown by Katrina.”
Not much else fun going on around here, just thought I’d get my blog count up for the month of August since I’m only at three posts so far; four counting this one. I’m trying to get all my bills paid and I’m trying to figure out how I’m going to afford being able to drive to work in about a week. It’s kind of funny that this hurricane kind of took care of some oil rigs just before Labor Day Weekend. We might have to drive the price of gas up past $3 a gallon to make up for this. I know it’s simple economics, the losers are all going to be going on vacation this coming weekend and what better way to make some money than charge them a ton of money to get where they’re going. Oh well, what can you do about it but pay. Maybe I’ll convert my car to run off of old cooking grease that I can steal from out behind Mc Donald’s. That or maybe I can convert my car to run off of farts. That’d be revolutionary. Quick… to the drawing boards.