i forgot where the journal button was...me stupid.

update: quick and dirty.
graduating soon, working at a gay bar, the modern drunkard convention was fun, i'm still single (or single again), i go to therapy now (yay!), my apartment smells like socks again.

that's how i roll.

-robot...over and out

so if you work at a place called comedy works, and you show up to work wearing a t-shirt that says "comedy works sucks my balls", and the t-shirt has a painting of a giant cock and balls with an arrow pointing to the testes and the words "my balls", and lets also suppose that the person wearing this t-shirt is drunk, chain smoking and wearing sunglasses, you'd have a recipe for succes, right?

i haven't posted anything in awhile, but i'm back bitch. let's see, what's new with me?:

working at a comedy club, new studio apartment, still single, still drunk, still happy.

for real this time! yes, people! the time has come for the battle of the century! two long standing enemies, crab and rat will duke it out in a kiddie pool.

there will be a cute ring girl!

there will be keg beer and martinis!

mike duerudo's gonna be there!

i'm gonna be there!

a fucking crab and rat are going to fight eachother!

holy fucking shit!

this friday!
760 s. kearney
call 720.941.8183 for directions! ask for keri, simon, dave jerrad, or samantha!

devilcock