Come for the Belly, stay for the Stupid!
Here we are again. Friday. Time to let loose, drink some cheap booze and call it a week.
Was it me or did it seem like this week went on forever? Holy shit. I wanted this weekend so bad. Now it’s here and I’ve got nothing to do. Awesome!
Suck it, I’m outta here til Monday. Maybe Tuesday.
Just because I love you people almost as much as I love a good penis joke, I submit to you this real thing:
Yeah, let that sink in for a good 30 seconds or so.
Now, in case you think it’s a joke, or edited in such a way as to make a cheap dick joke, click the image to go to the book’s listing on Amazon.
This is a for real thing and you know the cover art people knew exactly what they were doing with this. Do you think the author did that on purpose? He had to do that on purpose, don’t you think? It’d be like calling yourself Harry Clam and writing a book on tacos. You’d have to be a special kind of detached from reality not to know what you just did.
I wonder if ol’ Dick Pound would like a Belly Billboard greeting?
It’s Friday before Labor Day, a 3 day weekend for most. For me? Probably the same, but it’ll feel longer because I’m awesome. I may pop in here to add something stupid before Monday, but chances are I’ll be too deep in a barrel of Miller Lite to be bothered.
I’m done ’till Monday!
And I ain’t doing a damn thing with this site until Monday. Drink up!
And you know what that means!
That’s right, it’s PAR-TAY TIME!
Or, if you’re like most people, it’s time to drink until you forget how many toes you have, forget about your miserable marriage/relationship, forget about your illegitimate children in a neighboring state, you know, the usual.
Either way, try to enjoy it, we’ll see you again Monday!
