Well ain't this just duck daisy?

So I received an invitee thingee from the Pirate over yonder to contribute to this site and I figured that since I'm currently in the middle of a two week break between summer classes and mortuary school so I figured I'd just pop in and make a post.

Well, technically I'm still responsible for keeping my offspring in check through the administration of daily beatings but that's something that I enjoy so thoroughly that it hardly qualifies as "work" now, does it?

Anyway, seeing as how I share this glorious space with two people that I know, namely Travis and Pirate and several people that I have no doubt that I'm about to offend royally with my profound social ineptitude, you can imagine my consternation when I showed up to a party that everyone else has, apparently, forgotten about.

I mean really people, how am I supposed to gross people out by planting mental images involving midgets blowing chimpanzees if everyone has already decided that the keg here is flat and moved on to the strip club up the street?

Of course it's possible that the invitation to this blog was simply part of a greater ploy on Pirate's part to prank me. In a cruel and familiar way that is not unlike one perpetrated upon moi by a gaggle of shallow, souless harpies the junior varsity cheer squad when I was still in high school.

Now that the rant's over, where the fuck was I? Oh yeah.

What the hell's up with the grim reaper and his yen for funny black men lately? If I were Bill Cosby I'd be applying multiple layers of Reaper-B-Gone before he ends up on the business end of Death's sickle.