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Monday, June 23

I just finished up checking out a site called KC Blogs. It’s a site set up by a local blogger that features nothing but local Kansas City blog sites, and I just got through looking at every last one of em. I found out a few things, most blogger’s copywrite their stuff and not a one is doing quite what I’m doing, I mean in relation to content and language and such. I find it hard to believe that out’a damn near a hundred blogs, I see to be the only muthafucker using the word “fuck” in abundance. Just ain’t right I tell ya, just ain’t right. But maybe that’s why most em that have counters are showing thousands of more hits then myself. Who knew that using the word’s “cocksucker” and “fucker” would offend so many muthafucker’s out there? Whatever.
My mother and sister are living the life of Riley; you know they live next door to each in Swope Park and shit? Well my sister just had a really nice sun porch built on the front of her house whilst my mother’s having a deck put onto the front of her’s. They found this cat that does great work and charges a decent rate. I think next they plan to install a tunnel between the two houses. I fuckin wouldn’t put it past em.
I hung out all weekend alone except for an unexpected visit from my old pal Gina. She dropped into town with the husband and kids and came down to the Hurricane to give me a visit. She's a very cool friend and her husband seems to be a very nice cat too. Michelle was in Dallas for the weekend so I was more or less fucking around on my own. But during her drive down and back she’d check in with me from time to time, and it was during this that I found out Michelle’s been holding out on me. If we’re looking for something to do for dinner and I suggest Einstein Bro’s Bakery, she’ll counter my suggestion and tell me to go fuckoff because she knows the only reason I’m going there is for the bagel dogs they serve, and she can’t stand the muthafucker’s. But during the drive to Dallas she called me that she was all about the A&W restaurant coming up and the fact that they sold mini corndogs. And what’s a corndog? Yeah baby, nothing but a hotdog covered in fried crap. And on her way back I guess she ran into what can only be called a redneck porn moment. She had stopped on the road to get something cold to drink and when she came out there were these two cats sitting outside the store on their bikes. One of em was wearing a wifebeater and as she was getting in the car he made eye contact and commenced to pouring water over himself, and once he got the wifebeater good and wet he started pinching his nipples and rubbing his chest whilst licking his lips and shit. Michelle just drove off and called me to tell me how it cracked her up. Peace

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