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Well, my Subaru has been acting up, so I had it towed to the dealer yesterday. They got into it today...faulty starter. That's $491! Yay! What grand Yuletide cheer this news brought to my ears!

I gave JAx one of her Christmas presents early. She was excited.

Well, my coworker/friend gets out of jail tomorrow. He's been detained since the Saturday b4 last. I'm going to take him out to dinner. Poor guy has had to eat bread and water for that last 10 days. Suxor!

Ooh... I shipped my family's presents off today! My dad, brother and grandmother live in Alabama. I'm a country boy at heart. I just hate hicks.

Well, if mother nature ever sees fit to bless us with some snow, I'll be a happy camper. It's kind of hard to ski in mud.

Since a few of you (one person) expressed some interest in my poetic talents...I've decided to share a few poems I wrote for JAx last year. Some of it may not make sense, b/c it deals w/inside jokes...but you'll get the just of it:


There once was a girl who felt bad,
When she ate, it hurt just a tad.
Her lip had a hole,
She doesn't chew Skoal,
And her name is Jackie, not Brad.

Rob has a girl named Jack,
Jack has never smoked crack.
Together they're straight,
Though they do masterbate,
And they're both very good in the sack.

Tomorrow will be a fun day,
We're going to Seattle to play.
We'll see some bums,
We'll feed seagulls crumbs,
And John Tesh is secretly gay.

I don't want the bubonic plague,
You won't eat a runny egg.
My oil is sythetic,
Fat girls with gunts are pathetic,
And dogs often hump on my leg.

Today should go by pretty fast,
All sailboats have sails and a mast.
Measels aren't cool,
Let's go pee in a pool,
And if I broke my knee, I'd need a knee cast!

My poems don't often make sense,
Sorry babe, but Christmas bread isn't dense.
Dutch Oven's smell bad,
You're name still isn't Brad,
And most indians live in teepees and tents.


Any feedback?

....America, FUCK YEAH!