Sweet baby Jesus wrapped in a cloth diaper.

If someone does not quickly get their head out of their rump and get some motivation do get some work done around here I am gonna go completely bonkers.

If someone does not realize that there is no magic fairy that cleans up, but that it is actually me, I will have to resort to choke slams.

If one more breathing soul consumes any more of my food, beer or otherwise without my consent, I am going to BURN THIS PLACE TO THE GROUND.

In my mind.


Because truth be told, I'm locked in until March. Leasing contracts are the pits.

Eym ganna looz awl of my marbles.

I am sorry that this blog has turned into roommate therapy hour, but HOLY Heavens above, someone help me.

In other news, my dad has been nationally ranked as the most wild wayne around.

While on the Harley in Arkansas, they were driving up a mountain road that seemed to be a pretty blissful trip until, legend says, that a BEAR walked out in front of them.

I wish I could say that my dad wrestled the best with his bare hands and shamed that bear for ever coming out on his Harley path but...

Papa ain't no fool, and as soon as he spotted this bear who was not into playing games, he "shut it down and turned around."

So it's almost like he beat a bear.


But at least he saw one! Not one that was a robot bear in a zoo. A real one.


Living on the wild side, David Wayne.