Hand Me My BlackBerry 'Cause I'm Phonin' It In!

It's 9:29 p.m. Thursday night.

Right now, the rest of the world is probably:

• At the movies, watching whatever shit passes for a "film" these days (see previous entry);
• Hitting a pub with friends for a casual beer (translation: spending $15 for a pint of fermented European sheep piss with a name that makes no sense whatsoever e.g. "Captain Worthingtonshire's Cock n' Balls Lager");
• Having a quiet, over-priced dinner at a restaurant they mistakenly believe is "chic" e.g. Swiss Chalet, with their spouse/mistress/pet; or
• Blindly dry-humping some random tuna at the club after drinking a palette of boxed wine.

But not me, friends. Not me.

Right now, my only options are to;

• Go to bed; or
• Finish this blog and then go to bed.

Since I once again find myself exhausted after a long day at work jerking off horses into a kiddie pool, I've opted to post another video for your viewing pleasure:

As you can probably surmise from my last two posts, two things have happened recently:

• I've discovered how to post video on my blog; and
• I've developed a very serious case of writer's block of which no amount of booze or porn can cure me. (Guess I'll just have to keep trying.)

Well, I'm off to bed. I have another long day of making "farm fresh milk shakes" tomorrow and I need to rest my jerking arm.

Unless "The Red Shoe Diaries" is on Bravo. Then I'll be fucked... in a manner of speaking.