Tom Is A Blog Neglector This is a great site, it's not like I'll update it or anything.

I’m back… with some ranting

Okay so I'm back from Rehoboth.  I've been back since Sunday actually. I can't believe its technically Thursday already.  Time flies when you have absolutely nothing to do, and no money to do it with. It has been raining a lot here lately. In case you desert dwellers want to reminisce about rain.

Rehoboth was fun. Being a long holiday weekend, there were LOTS of freaks out and about.  Hordes of angry militant man-hating lesbians and flaming queeny 'mos everywhere too.  It's always an adventure when we go to Rehoboth! Why do lesbians always seem angry?  I mean we were in line at Grottos and there was a herd of lesbians behind my friend and the one was angry (as usual) and said "I don't see anyone working on my salad!" or something like that. They were really slow there but that's no reason to be angry.  Maybe she just needed a nice big cock.  I don't get why some of them have to look and dress like men.  I'm glad no one reads this or I will probably have my ass kicked by Butchy McButch and her pussy.. er i mean posse. 

Speaking of lesbians on wheels, Hookerella is now on the internet on her roller derby team page! Check out her picture here Hookerella  (I'm just teasing. I don't know the orientation of the lovely ladies on roller skates.  It was just a funny segue. Don't sue me!)

Delaware is weird. Last call is at 1 am.  What is that all about?  I love to people watch.  Its like being at a retarded zoo. We were eating ice cream (cuz I'm fat and like ice cream) on a bench outside of this t-shirt shop and they kept playing that gnarles barkley "Crazy" song. Over and over. People would walk by the store, stop, and start dancing. It was like those purple lights that draw the bugs in and zap them. I think they had some subliminal message under the music that said "STOP! DANCE YOU FOOL! DANCE!"  I have a couple videos on my phone of the people dancing. It was a riot. The t-shirt shop was next to this Thai restaurant and the owner came out every 6 or 7 minutes to smoke a cigarette.  I don't know how anyone can smoke that much.  Everytime I turned around he was there smoking. (kinda like Matt when he wasn't playing ping pong). He looked just like the guy in every Chuck Norris/Rambo/Vietnam kind of movie who is the bad guy general. you know who I am talking about.  I was saying Titty mal! or whatever they always say in those movies. Good stuff.  I guess you had to be there.

So I got an email from Martin today about some possible scam.  I think they should find all the spammers and phishers and virus writers and advertisers and all the other assholes who RUINED the internet with their SHIT and publicly execute them.  Preferrably by punching them in their genitals until they are dead. That should scare them enough for them to stop spamming me. (They will probably start spamming and advertising about the public execution.)  Actually, they should gather up all the MORONS who actually READ spam and BUY things or otherwise entertain the spam and "genital-punch" them to death as well. Though I really can't believe that anyone is THAT stupid, but I'm sure someone right now is reading about buying V1a gra onl1n e chea p from  goblowyourself@xvuslhpgk.com  and seriously considering it. "Hmmm it says send cash to some address in some country that I have never even heard of. Wow that sounds legit!"  Then they will be on 60 Minutes saying "It sounded so legitimate. I can't believe I fell for it." Wah. Though I doubt that spam will go away even if no one reads it ever again.  It's too cheap and easy to do. Which is why we need to implement the "genital-punch" punishment. As a deterrent.

But whatever. I still haven't received bags of money from anyone. Maybe I should get a sponsor as someone (George) said in one of my previous post comments.  Hmmm maybe Double Stuff Oreos? or Breyers? Someone needs to sponsor my trip to Sydney. My stock is still in the shitter. As usual.  None of you seem too interested in making sure I don't have to get a job. Seriously.  How do you think that makes me feel?

Thanks. Thanks a lot.