A Rollerskating Jam Named Saturday.

There's free admission to an "Air Museum" in Vancouver somewhere. I anticipate it being related to aviation, but had thoughts of showing up to a room filled with tightly closed mason jars. Inside the jars would be trapped air from different eras of history. "This air was trapped near the Hindenburg explosion in 1937, there's some hydrogen mixed with the air. Not that you can tell.

I could have gone on with that, but I got bored just thinking about it.

Bethany Storro, the latest religious white woman in America to do something fucked up and then blame it on a black person, is due in court next Wednesday. I hope the judge arraigns her with "Hey pretty girl, you want to plea to this?" I'm wondering if she will come out with a spiritually inspired self help book entitled "Liquid Drain Cleaner for the Soul." She's now saying that she was trying to kill herself by applying the stuff to her face. Yes, she used gloves and a towel to apply drain cleaner to her face in an act of suicide. A face that she had a cosmetic prodedure done to only a week earlier. She is truly full of shit. At least bullshit defenses make for good gavel to gavel news coverage.

I love playing PS3 Move's table tennis in its "Sports Champions" suite of games. Ping Pong is the one sport where an Asian intimidates me more than a black dude. Unless you consider math a sport. Then there's two sports. I guess.

I'm having a spectuacular day doing a little something I like to call "whatever the fuck I want." I ate Taco Bell for breakfast, played PS3, vacuumed the house. Going to clean the truck next. Maybe work out then a nap.

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I hate Katy Perry

Katy Perry: "How can I stay relevant/important without my tits hanging out? I mean, sure it's a kids' show but dammit my tits are the curtain and my talent is a little old man hiding behind the curtains running the smoke and mirrors."

 

Picture caption: "One of these two is only entertaining when a hand is inserted into them. The other is Elmo."

 

Wow, that practically wrote itself. And by that, I mean I'm sure I didn't originate such filthy puppet humor.

 

As I write this, I'm in an office where small electronics are fixed. One of the customers in here at the moment is a lesbian with a laptop first came to the shop with a vibrator in hand. The shop owner refused to fix it. True story. I bet if she was hot, it would have gotten fixed.