Reading Neils web thingy (which is what they will be called from now on) is like playing bloody knuckles, with yourself, except you pretend your face is one of your fists and a large rock is the other. Not that mine is much better, but…well…i dont know exactly how to say this, so, ill just site a quote directly from it: “the funniest thing happend today! we’re in wrestling right…coach starts wrestling anand and gets on top. arvind runs up grabs coaches boxers gettin ready to give him a wedgie. except when he pulls the boxers rip!!! it was sooo funny har har har.”
Ill leave some time for mourning the loss of your dignity.
All better? didn’t think so. Though i must say, the “har har har” was what put it all together, like the tail of a dog, or that nude man with the head of a bloated Zebra in that one dream i have with the 3 twins and Al Roker. But, thats just the way it is sometime. (That last “s” is “SOMETIMES” refused to be a part of this after i ate his brother “$”)
G-night, again.
