So, I've decided to write in this thing again. I know all of you have been thirsting for my words of wisdom. Here goes nothin: First, Jordan *flips the bird* I can't believe I got no mention on your pita for my, most excellent, performance at the assembly. But I guess having no shoes is a tad more important. It's cool though, I guess we can still be buds. Second, I'd like to congradulate Scott Mountain on his victory over Scott Hall, you did it buddy, you get to keep your first name!! I never knew those right hands of yours were so punishing, you wiped that smirk of his face, and I think that toothpick is probably somewhere near the duodenum right now. Thank goodness you won, cause Razor Mountain wouldn't have sounded nearly as good....*or would it?* Have a happy Easter, and remember Jesus died for us...but also remember he 'Hulked up' and kicked out of the biggest finisher of all, death!!
~When it comes crashin' down and it hurts inside, you gotta take a stand, you don't have to hide

My plans to become a professional wrestler are one step closer to reality. With the fact that Phil's uncle's father was none other then your favorite wrestler and mine, Sweet Daddy Siki! A man who during his career carried many titles, and travelled the world. Now who wouldn't want that. And along with travelling comes sexual relations with strangers, right? You bet it does! Groupies my friends, groupies! Why else travel around wrestling? So you can get a broken neck? No! For sex with many partners! Back to B.D. Siki, now this guy got around and had plenty of illegitimate children, who I might add, he doesn't have to support. Phil's grandmother can testify to that, but hey who cares. She got a son whos father is a wrestler, how awesome is that!! They didn't call him 'daddy' for nothin! So with any luck, Mr. Big Daddy Siki is still around and can give me a small letter of recommendation. That would help out a ton, cause I only want to follow in your path, Mr.Daddy, and have many illegitimate children all over the world.

Well, well, back again...and with a vengence. So it seems as late that everyone, and I mean everyone, is getting on my nerves. Everyone seems to have these problems...but then I listen to them and they're less then interesting. Granted my problems aren't that big either, but I'm not advertising them. Now I understand that people are social creatures by nature, but not everyone needs to tell us their problems. And it seems that when someone does decide to tell me their problems, they don't listen to what I have to say anyway. So in closing, listen to me, or just fuck off!

So another week passes, and so does another weekend. Same old shit, everyday. Well not all the same old shit...Mike and I have added one more drink to the old bartenders guide. Though it will never be touched by a human again. Chodka, yep you read right, Chodka. A diabolical mixture of hot chocolate powder and vodka. I took one sip and the taste of burning chocolate touched my pallet. Let's just say, Mikey got to stay at the 'Porcelain Palace' last night. Oh and brown vodka doesn't look or smell good coming back up.
!!!Girls Suck!!!