I am toying with the idea of running for President in 08. If I don't do that I may join Jenny Craig. Either way the personal satisfaction from either event will give me and my shiny beard just the boost I need to stay one step ahead of my depression.
Speaking of depression I spent the weekend at my step kid's house. He showed me his tattoos and I let him touch my face. We were both kind of freaked out so we got real drunk and went three wheeling. Remind me to not to eat 6 pounds of nachos and drink a half a bottle of Thunderbird before i hit the dirt track. I did throw up in the sand and it was cool because my barf made the outline of Shirley Hemphill's head on the ground. I call it barf art, or barft for short.
stinky beard out
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