The other day ya’ll might remember me mentioning that I qualified for membership in the “International High IQ Society”. My so-called IQ was clocked somewhere in the gifted range. And just to make sure it wasn’t a fluke I took another one of their tests, and I scored even higher. It’s no big fuckin deal except in the fact that it’s a big deal to me. Cause if the truth be known, I doubt if any of you muthafucker’s give a flyin shit or not how fuckin smart I think I am. But I’m diggin it because I’ve always considered myself self taught and it’s always cool to know that you’re somewhat smarter then the average bear. Plus since my looks fall somewhere between uglier than a mofo and what the crapping end of an orangutan’s ass looks like, my mind is sometimes all I have. Along with a sparkling personality, lets not forget that. Any fuckin way, I was on the Society’s website and I got to looking thru some of the back issues of their monthly newsletter. All of the members are invited to contribute and I ran across a letter from this one member. She was bitching about the lack of moral support among the mental elitists. (her words not mine) she was bemoaning the fact that there are no hot social clubs or events that cater to those of her ilk. She also despised the fact that most of society tended to snub those of known higher intellect whenever the opportunity presented it’s self. Now I found this very amusing for if nothing else it’s a given that the smarter a person get the more degraded their amusements tend to become. Fuck, that doesn’t say shit for me. I dig wrestling and Buffy and big ole titties, seems pretty base to me. Oh, that was another of her choice words, “base”, as in lower earthy things. I hope these muthafucker’s have a function near as to where I can attend. I’ll run thru em like hot coffee thru your colon. Not a damn thing wrong with being smart. It’s sexy, it’ll save your life, and you’ll know which end of the fuckin apple to eat first. But just don’t let it go to your head. Peace