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I'm working on another project at the moment so there won't be a post today except to make a small announcement.
James Kemp is having his Annual Birthday Luau this Sunday. It will be over at Maggie's house. She lives a little north of Churchill Downs. He meant to have flyers to pass out today but do to a design flaw he didn't get them done yet. He plans to pass them on tomorrow night.
Here is the flyer.
Good Night, Good Morning, whatever.
MrQuick 5:11 AM
Last night I saw something that I wish I never would have seen.
There is this woman that has been in Old Louisville for years. It is my understanding that she is a prostitute. I have never tried to purchase her favors so I will not definitely call her a hooker. Her name is Janice.
I have seen creepy older guys pick her up on occasion. Which has always nauseated me a little. Janice is a creepy little woman. She scares me. I am at least 3 times her size and when I make eye contact with those crazy, drug-addled eyes, I run like a bitch. I swear one time at the Mag in the middle of the day, I made eye contact with her and I saw "Death".
She seems like a nice person, she is just insane. One night at the bar in a 2 hour period, I saw her walking down the street in at least 6 different outfits.
On to the story... Last night, I saw this guy standing across the street talking to Janice. He looked to be in his mid twenty's. He looked like an average guy. He came back into the bar for a minute and then walked back out. He made a bee-line for Janice. They then walked off together toward Janice's apartment.
He came back 20 minutes later.
Can you say, "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"?
I can almost see some weird old guy paying Janice, because he may have trouble finding sex any other way, but this guy doesn't come across as some freak. He seems like a normal guy at a glance. In case your wondering who he is, I don't know. I have never seen him in the bar before.
I guess I need to make a disclaimer. I don't know what happened between these two people. He may have gone over to her apartment to hang a shelf, straighten a picture on the wall, or snake out her toilet. I have no idea what Janice does for a living. Everything is just hypothesis.
Good Night, Good Morning, whatever.
MrQuick 4:55 AM
Sorry for the late post but my internet service was down last night. I couldn't do shit!
Now I need to head to work!
Later
MrQuick 2:27 PM
I didn't get any volunteers for more Epil-stop experiments. I wonder why?
You ever have one of those moments when your making sweet, sweet love to your ladyfriend and you think to yourself, "This feel so good, I want to do this all night long." A couple of minutes later, you give her your "essence" and suddenly its like. "Man, I have to get up early tomorrow." "I wish I had a sandwich."
I really don't have any reason to mention this other than a friend of mine and I were talking about that the other night.
Last night there was this loud, obnoxious group of people in the bar. It was some sort of love fest. If they weren't having some sort of group hug, they were singing some song or on a couple of occasions they tried to rap. I think the main reason they were pissing me off was that we didn't have enough of my "peeps" together to be louder and more obnoxious than they were. Normal we could have really out done them, but not this time. Plus I think the people who go to the Mag like to be happy, just not too happy.
I just hope they are not the new Actor's Theatre interns because that means they will be there every week if not more.
Good Night, Good Morning, whatever.
MrQuick 4:44 AM
Today's post is short because I put up the Great Epil-stop Experiment.
This test was done on Roy's head and Matt's face. We didn't have anyone test it on their legs, armpits, bikini line or ballsack. If anyone wants to volunteer for these other test areas, let me know. Except for the ballsack, because you are a sick puppy. But if you do the ballsack area yourself, take a picture of your face about 5 minutes after you spray this shit on your balls and send it to me.
On to the Great Epil-stop Experiment.
Good Night, Good Morning, whatever.
MrQuick 4:50 AM
There is no love in the butt!
Oh, there's doodie in the butt.
But, there is no love in the butt!
I went and saw The Fast and the Furious today. Normally I would link the title of a movie to information about it. Not in this case because it is so bad that I want no one to have to see it. The movie is so bad and the plot so idiotic that I feel the audience's IQ was lowered from viewing it. There was some cool car chases, but nothing that would make it stand out from any other movie with car chases. If you want a car chase watch RONIN.
I wanted to see the movie because Vin Diesel was in it. I think he is a pretty decent actor, at least he plays a good badass. He was pretty good in this even though most of the dialogue was total shit. He almost pulled it off.
DO NOT SEE THE FAST AND THE FURIOUS! You have been warned!
Mary brought in this product called Epil-stop. Its a hair removal product you may have seen on TV. According to the commercials you spray it on wait and just wipe the hair off. We did an experiment at the bar and I took pictures but its getting late and I don't feel like setting up the page right now. So, now you have something to look forward to tomorrow.
Good Night, Good Morning, whatever.
MrQuick 4:59 AM
Holy shit! I finally watched the new South Park. Shit man, it was funny. They said shit 162 times. The reason I know this was because they had a little counter at the bottom of the screen. If you figure the show itself is about 25 minutes, then they said the word "shit" almost 6.5 times a minute. That is a shit load of shit.
They also said the word fag several times. But apparently they could only get away with saying "fag" if the character who said the word "fag" was a homosexual. Since Mr. Garrison is a fag he could say the word "fag". If anyone else said "fag" they would be beeped. Apparently, Jimbo is also a homosexual because he said the word "fag" and they didn't beep him.
Shit like that shit is some funny shit. They explained on the show that you can say shit as long as you are not actually talking about shit. You can say, "I had a shitty day." But you couldn't say, "I need to take a shit."
It reminds me of this comedian who spent a good part of his act talking about Big Pussy. Since he was talking about the name of a character on a tv show, it was alright for him to say Big Pussy. He pretty much just kept saying Big Pussy over and over again. Big Pussy, Big Pussy, Big Pussy.
So I would like to announce that I will soon write a story about a person named "Cocksucker Fuck" His friends will call him Cocksucker and his business associates will refer to him as Fuck or Mr. Fuck. So if any of you are on TV or radio feel free to mention my upcoming story and about Cocksucker Fuck. I may change the spelling to something like Koksuker Phuck. We'll see.
Good Night, Good Morning, whatever.
MrQuick 5:34 AM
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