I got a big boy haircut. The truth? And nothing but the truth.

I dreamed about him last night. The anaconda. He knew he had me at a place where I couldn't get away. I ran and ran. But he was able to sink his evil fangs deep into my ankle. And then I thought, "How am I going to get him off?" And I thought about those "WWJD" bracelets. But it wasn't Jesus I was thinking of, it was Elvis. What would Elvis do? I know. He would sing himself out of it. Just like in the movies. Then in my Elvis voice which actually sounds like Nicolas Cage doing Elvis I sang, "I'm gonna shake that snake off of me". Nothing. He hung on like a nasty case of crabs. Evil I tell ya. Maybe this snake is trying to tell me something deeper. Maybe not. Maybe sour grapes.

See him? Right there. The personification of evil. To me that is an anaconda. Just waiting to inject you with the evil poison. Maybe take down a baby or a cute little puppy. Maybe Bambi. You never know what's in their lair. I presume lot's of baby bones and evil. Pure sweet evil.

Wanna blow your kids mind at an early age? White trash. Wanna see a cool movie? Like black comedy? I watched this again after work.

"Hello there ladies and gentlemen, hello there ladies and gents, are you ready to rock, are you ready to rock." Welcome to another little lost corner of the web. I guess the question I have to ask myself is. Self? If a blog falls in the woods and there is no one there to read it does it make a sound? Well, this one goes to 11.

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