merry christmas to me.

So here it is, Christmas Eve and I’m alone at the house stroking on my bass guit-fiddle, smoking some fine indoor Kentucky’s finest home grown, sippin’ on some beers watching Rush in HD.

 

This is the best Christmas ever.

 

The Who rocks balls.

 

I’m serious about this marrow of the earth thing.  Think about it.  Oil is like the earth’s natural lubricant.  What I’m thinking we might wanna do is replace the oil we take out.  Not unlike a bone marrow transplant.

 

That shit’s gotta be in there for a reason.  Environment be damned, might need to worry about this little spinning piece of gravel for a second.  Ya can’t just pump the insides out of anything and expect it to live very long.

 

Office Space is a true classic.

 

I did it.  I actually skipped Christmas this year.  And it was the best day I’ve had in months.  Slept in a bit.  Did some laundry.  Watched some sports on TV.  Played my bass for about two hours.  Had bacon and eggs for breakfast.  At noon.

does that make me a bad person?

Does masturbating in the shower while I fantasize about an old cougar I used to cram make me a bad person?

 

What about her 19 year old daughter I also crammed?

 

What about her 16 year old?

hi, my name is vain.

So I’m a pretty ornery sumbitch. I suppose. I’m flirting online with this girl. And I suggest we fuck. And she’s all we’ve been talking online for over a year and I’ve tried to get you to come out and meet in a bar or something but you never would hang out like you’re too good. We coulda been maybe fuckin by now.

And I really want to reply with something like listen girl. I’m too damn nice of a guy to come hang out with you and tell you a bunch of shit so I can stick my dick in you and then feel bad when I don’t want to hang out any more.

I know all you wanna do is fall in love. And to be honest, that’s all I really want too. I just ain’t trying to fall in love with no fat bitch. And that’s a terrible thing to say. But it’s the truth.

Hi, my name is Vain.

scraping resin

Ain’t done this in a while. I’m sitting here trying to scrape some resin out of my pipe. Ah, this sure brings back the memories.

I remember in college I had this kick ass bong. It was an impressive looking two cylinder job. Water in the top cylinder with straws that would bring the smoke up and filter through. Good times. It was also great because it was easy to scrape out a bunch of resin that you could easily smoke right back down.

Good times indeed.

I wish I still had that bong. It perished long ago. So I’m stuck here trying to scrape enough resin to smoke out of my very nice glass pipe. Now, this is tricky. The holes aren’t that big and as this thing is glass, it’s easily breakable. Of course if it broke I’d be able to get a shit load of resin out. But then I’d have nothing to smoke it with.

Oh, that was a good one. Man that taste terrible. I gotta find me a decent weed guy.