Blog Number Two

Yesterday was my birthday. After my annual ceremonies of merriment, I ventured to the streets to watch the parade being held in my honor. I came inside to be showered with lavish gifts a plenty. The scent of my banquet of large proportion drifted throughout the nostrils of all in my court. Upon dining, I fell into a deep sleep similar to that of a food coma. I awoke hours later and commenced to have the ceremonies elsewhere in the courtyard of my brethren. We sipped and dined on exotic cheeses, wines, and cakes. I received more gifts in bounty. Thereafter we were entertained by court menstrels and jesters while we witnessed the sun descending over my kingdom. After I changed into my jammy robe I began a slumber that lasted eight glorious hours.

This morning I woke up. My sweatpants were hiked up over my socks. My hair was a mess. I went to Sarah's kitchen and ate soup and leftover cake. It was nasty rain outside and mud was everywhere. I then came home to my tiny duplex to my birthday presents. I got a Mr. Potato head. I need to vaccuum. This is my kingdom.

Bow down bitches,
Stocknasty

Blog Number One

My older blog wasn't cutting it so I cut him from the team. Now, he works as a 39 year old janitor in his old high school constantly re-living his glory days through the quarter-back's 12-1 season. This is the second generation blog. It's newer, better, faster, stronger, and not available in stores. Call it the little brother on steroids, if you will. Shaken, not stirred. It contains vitamins, minerals, anti-oxidants, and plasma from Venus. Think you can resist? Think again.


Like China in a bull shop,
Stocknasty