Sugar Rush

I have officially had too many cookies over the last several days.
My whole mouth tastes like sugar 24 hours a day.

Diabetic coma, here I come.

Pondering...

Is it just me, or is there something wrong about a millionaire wearing the same (dingy-looking) shirt every blessed day???

If I am ever a millionaire- my wardrobe will be off the hizzy. Just so you know.

Monestary Dreams

Sometimes, I truly wish that I was off living as a Trappist Monk.

Not only would the solitude be nice- but so would the jam.

Numbers

10- the # of cars I saw either crashed or spun out on my way to work today.

1087- the # of cents I have to last me this week.

2- the # of faces I wish to stomp.

0- the # of times I've missed that dumb slut anyway.

Mamas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Gay Cowboys

***PARENTAL ADVICE FROM A CHILDLESS BACHELOR- IGNORE IF YOU WISH***

Actually... I suggest that you encourage your sons to be as queer as a 2 dollar bill.
My late uncle Freddy always used that expression. Thankfully, Uncle Freddy can RIP knowing there are plenty of people carrying on his great tradition of bigotry.

I'm rather negative and heart-broken as of late. Time to return to a life of male sluttery.