noogins

hello, my name is joe. and i work, in a button factory. have a house, two kids, one spouse. one day, my boss came up to me and said "hey joe, are ya busy?" i said no.

how about this one okay? "it's like going crazy, when you're already nuts!"

here's the deal. yesterday, i went looking for furniture for my new place. in case you haven't been reading the hero lately, (or in other words you aren't ALIVE cuz this IS all there is to life people) i've got a new apartment. and i'm stoked baby. sidenote: zook, it's on raymond, called chantecleer lakes. really not to far into naperville from my parent's house now, but that's okay, it rules. so anyway, to continue my unnecessarily long story, i come home from shopping and the hot water heater has burst, semi-flooding my parent's basement and leaving the place with no running water. so to clean myself, i had to go to the fitness center that i belong to this morning to shower. as males, we all know how older men can be in community type shower environments. they walk around with nothing on like it's their own home. the fatter, the hairier, the more likely they are to do so. it's a known fact. and they're always crouching or bending over for no reason. just know that i saw WAY too many balls this morning before my day even started. (as if i usually see them after my day has started...)

i think it's key that mjarc and zook are so profound and blarg about world issues and great american writers and i'm always in there with a pointless story about old balls.