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A quick update...
Roy and I have arrived safely. It took us just under 4 and a half hours to get here and it seems that there are several roads named after Bob Wallace. It was a fairly pleasant drive except for a section of construction near Bowling Green. We were going about 70 through there which was basically the flow of traffic. Anyway it was about that time one of my contacts decided to dry out and move around in my eye. I figured it was probably for the best that I didn't tell Roy about this until we had pulled over to get more gas and some supplies.
I am extremely pleased that Nikki and Henry have a cable modem and I'm not suffering with 56K speeds.
I am not so pleased about the weather. Its hot hot hot... Hot. I've read a few Anne Rice books and at times I've read her discription of the incredibly hot summers in New Orleans. She paints this picture that the heat is a wonderful romantic thing. She is full of shit. The only good thing about the summer heat is the way you feel when you leave it behind and enter a well air conditioned room.
That's all for now, people have just started showing up for Nikki's B-day Party and the Moon Bounce should be arriving soon.
Good Day.
MrQuick 5:14 PM
I’m heading out the door from work and after I meet up with Roy we are heading out to visit Nikki in Huntsville. I can let you know because Roy won’t have a chance to check this before we leave.
I put together a CD for the trip and the first song is Eastbound & Down by Jerry Reed. You may remember it. It was used in the movie Smokey and the Bandit starring Burt Reynolds, Sally Fields, Jerry Reed and the great Jackie Gleason.
For some reason in my mind, that is the appropriate song for this trip. I realize my trip is southbound but the vibe is still the same.
I suspect that our journey to the heart of the south may be a combination of Smokey and the Bandit and Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. Now that I think about it I wish had tried to put together a collection of illegal substances for the trip but alas it to late and probably for the best.
This may be an interesting trip.
I’ll try to post tomorrow night but I can give no promises and none shall be offered.
Good Night.
MrQuick 11:01 PM
Roy and I are heading to Huntsville tonight when I get off of work.
I am finishing up some laundry and then I need to do a quick packing job before I go to bed.
I'll probably update my site from work before I leave for Saturday but I'm not sure if I'll have the opportunity to do it for Sunday so don't hold your breath.
Good Night, Good Morning, whatever.
MrQuick 3:39 AM
Here is one of my favorite sketches from Kids in the Hall:
[Mark, as "Bobby's Father," sits at a table and talks about plungers.]
"I'll spare you the details, just suffice it to say the clog was this close to being a felony. So I headed off to the mall to browse for a plunger. You know they say that this country is going downhill, that the free enterprise spirit somehow went out of us. Well, I say tell that to the kid who sold me this plunger!
He was a great salesman, and therefore a great man. He didn't do anything fancy. He just started off slow. He came up to me and said, "Excuse me, sir. Are you buying this for a clogged drain or do you have something more interesting in mind?" I know it was a bad joke but it was plunger joke and that's what I was in the market for. I laughed, he made a sale. But he wasn't done. Then he said, "Sir, may I ask how many washrooms you have?" I said, "I got two".
He said, "Sir, you need a minimum of seven plungers."
I just stared at him. Far off, I think I heard a dog bark, it was that vivid for me. I said, "Okay, let's hear your pitch."
Well, as you can guess, it was a pretty good pitch. He said that if a guy was living his life right, he should be going through plungers like toothpicks. He said that my plungers would be witnesses to all the events in my life, the good and the bad, the marriages, the birthdays, the divorces, the renewals. A whole new life revolving around secure plumbing. He painted a picture for me of my grateful and glowing wife standing giddy and perhaps even mildly aroused by the sight of her big bad hunter husband coming home with seven new plungers. Even told me how plungers could help the relationship with my son. How a new understanding could be lubricated, that's the word he used, lubricated by the gift of a plunger for that crummy basement apartment of his.
I mean, I knew it was crap but that's not the point. I mean, here I was watching a guy hard selling another guy on something he could never possibly use. It was glorious,that's free enterprise. I just looked at him and said, "Sell me, you beautiful bastard, sell me"! I let him get me up to six, then I said, "That's it, come one, give me a break, I'm only one guy." You want to know how he sold me the seventh? By giving me number eighth for free. Ahh,he was good. Eight plungers?! What the hell was I thinking? Still..... "
Good Night, Good Morning, whatever.
MrQuick 3:27 AM
I think I have mono.
I've been tired for a week now. It seems like I've tossed and turned every night this week. My only thought is that my allergies have been acting up and that may be the cause.
Oh, and my balls itch.
Good Night, Good Morning, whatever.
MrQuick 1:31 AM
It looks like Roy and I are going to drive down to Huntsville, AL to help our friend Nikki celebrate her birthday.
Her party got combined with two other people's birthdays and we decided to come down to represent Nikki's old school friends. If anyone else wants to come along let me know. I'm planning on driving down and I have room for 2 more people comfortably.
Good Night, Good Morning, whatever.
MrQuick 12:18 AM
This weeks South Park seems to be based total in fiction.
You see, one of the girls, Bebe, started to get a slight hint of breasts starting to grow. Suddenly all of the boys, all of them not just the main 4, thought Bebe was really cool and smart. The other girls were just dumb ol' girls but Bebe she had something special. Her clothes were the coolest, she said the coolest things and she was so smart.
The boys started to become subhuman monkey boys grunting at each other and fighting each other for Bebe's affections.
This is just ridiculous. Guys don't see a fabulous set of hooters and suddenly become babbling idiots.
Ok. Well, maybe I'm the wrong guy to try to defend men on this issue.
Good Night, Good Morning, whatever.
MrQuick 12:13 AM
Did you know that when you masturbate all of your dead relatives are watching you? Its true! Well, usually all of them unless another one of your living family members is also masturbating at the same time you are, then they split up.
Everything you do that is embarassing is usually watched by dead relatives. Pick your nose and Great Aunt Augustine is looking. Take a healthy burrito shit and your grandma is watching the whole process including the wipe.
So the next time you pick your nose while taking a shit right after you masturbate, remember that you have an audience. And don't get me started about the crowds you draw when you're actually having sex. If you're into the freaky shit you could draw dead relatives of other people. Standing room only!
Good Night, Good Morning, whatever.
MrQuick 3:43 AM
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