Fuck you Karl

Tonight after work I gathered my soiled panties and such and walked to the laundromat, Wednesday, laundry day. There were four baby mommas already washing their panties, and their baby panties, so I paid Don Ho to deal with my gitch. Now I have more time to sit here on my ass with nothing to say. John’s not home from school yet so I have the advantage of him not looking over my shoulder waiting for a turn on the computer. But still I’ve got nothing… I could talk about what I know, John, work, cooking, doing dishes, laundry... But John don’t like when I talk about him and I’m sure you have your own boring ho hum stories to tell. Plenty going on within the family but no real affect on me, those are the bastards that should be blogging. It's too bad they have lives.

I will tell you Sam and I played Willow Valley GC on Monday. Regular $74 a round but we paid half price. I love coupon golf. Sam and I may also be going to a golf resort in two weeks, unlimited golf for the weekend. I wasn’t going to go at first, thought it would be a drunken weekend with a bunch of young kids. Sam’s buddy that plans the annual event brings his father soooooo Whack!

Thanks to all for the encouraging words last laundry day. At least I know someone besides Theresa is still reading. I was surprised to get a comment from Kris, thought I lost her when I blogged about masturbation. Kris you’re a sick fuck. When I first started blogging Karl gave me some insightful advised: From a fellow blogger, if you’ve got nothing to say take the night off.