I got nothing.
Looks like my work is sending me to Nashville the week after next for some stupid reason.
Oh yeah, did I mention I got a vasectomy a few months ago? So last Friday I jacked off into a cup, sealed it up, took it to a lab, and gave it to a nurse who gave it to some lab person who ran some tests and faxed the results to a nurse at my doctor’s office who called me to let me know that my semen is now sperm-free.
A little bit late because freedom, but this is patriotic as fuck so I don’t want to hear any complaints.
On a related note, several weeks ago I had an idea for a video to post, and I said to myself “That should be Friday Night Video #100”. Unfortunately I have not been able to remember what song that was, so you get this instead.
On a completely unrelated note, here is the dream I had last night: I received word that an old girlfriend from high school was ill, so I set out to find her. Someone told me that she was recuperating at the bookstore at the mall that is also a brothel. I went over to the mall, which suddenly had a large number of bookstores, but was unable to find it. Wandering around a bit, I ran into a co-worker and asked him where this particular bookstore was. He pointed me in the right direction, and I found a bookstore that I swear I had checked before, but somehow didn’t notice all the naked women lounging about the store. It struck me as odd – I thought they would have been more subtle about the brothel aspect of the store. Anyways, I first talked to some whore with an eyepatch who said she could lead me to my friend, but after leading me into the back room I found that she was only interested in having sex for money. I left and went back to the public area of the store, where I ran into my close friend Kim Kardashian, who of course works at the big whorehouse bookstore at the mall. She led me back through a number of locker rooms and private party rooms until at last we reached the bedroom where my old girlfriend was recuperating. Fortunately, she was feeling better.
Track 11 “Knee Deep In” made me laugh, but that was because I was cleaning the toilet while it was vibrating the paintings on the wall. C-187 is a reminder I don’t like progressive metal, rock, thrash metal, death metal, and whatever this is. I wouldn’t force someone to turn it off on a long drive, unless they tried to play the entire album. Shit review for a shit genre. Die.
This is one of those videos that isn’t a video. It’s just a static image and some audio. there should be a way to filter these on You Tube.