Ok, I gotta ask something.

I am a man. I use urinals. I don’t really like it…but hey, I do what I gotta do.

How in God’s name do fucking pubic hairs get on the dam urinal?!?!

I mean it’s one thing to see the stray hair on the brim of a toilet, sure. I understand that. But when all you gotta do it pull out your tally whacker and piss in the hole how do pubic hairs get there? These aren’t regular pubes either. These are mutant Chernobyl pubes. They are so long and gangly, I swear a few of them tried to take me into bathroom hell once. I try not to look or wonder about them, but it’s just so off. Is it possible to grow hairs on your shaft?! That’s the only way other then intentional hair placement (which should be punishable by no less then 10 lashes.). I am at a loss. I can’t fathom how it happens.

If you are one of those men…please…I kindly ask…for the love of all that is pure and good CUT YOUR BALL HAIRS! It’s ignorant. Really. If I ever catch one of you filthy bastards I am gonna drop a few of mine in your dam coffee cup. So watch the hell out.

I haven’t posted recently…

Sorry about that…

Been really busy…

I am sure you understand.

Here’s whats been happening:

I got married! Everyone said that I was gonna regret it…and boy were they right…

HAHA! Just kidding. It was an awesome day. My now wife (still kinda weird to say), our families, and everyone else did a wonderful job. Everything went over without a hitch. I could not possibly in any way, ever write enough to say thank you to all of who made that day possible for my beautiful wife and I.

We went on our honeymoon in Austrailia!!! We totally needed more time. We went to Sydney and the Blue Mountains (which were honestly the most amazing thing I have ever had the privledge to witness personally.). Let me tell you about a few of the pictures in the line up linked to above. If ya happen to run across a few blurry ones of what can only be described as a naked man…is indeed a damn naked man. That’s what our view was from our hotel room. I know it’s kind of odd but we couldn’t stop wondering what the naked guy was doing…so every few minutes we looked out the window to check up on our neighbor. The man was doing everything from watching TV while sitting on a HARDWOOD floor…to counting change, all while naked. The weirdest part though was the next day. When we checked for him we found where a whole apartment full of warm furniture and naked life used to be was nothing but an empty, cold, slightly molested shell of it’s former self…he and the contents of his apartment had vanished. I am sure that will not be the last we see of our friendly naked neighbor.

Well…

That’s about it for now. Check back soon.