>Dammitall.

I was going to contribute something clever and witty, but I made a mistake of reading AJ’s blog beforeheand, and now all I keep thinking is, “ding fries are done ding fries are done”.

This sucks. So does AJ.

I have to get beyond this. I have to figure out what the hell I was going to blog about.

“ding fries are done ding fries are done.”

Oh! I know. I can now leg press 280 lbs. I rock.

I build muscle like a fiend. I’m gonna get all cut and go around kicking people’s asses. Mostly AJ’s.

“Ding fries are done ding fries are done.”

I wanna learn how to fight. I wanna do the “Trinity” in “The Matrix” style of ass-kicking. Wonder if my gym has a “street fighting” class. Fuck pilates and yoga. The waifs in the pilates studio can kiss my ass.

“ding fries are done ding fries are done.”

Waiting on my spousal unit to get his ass home so we can go to the gym. I’m feeling hostile.

“Ding fries are done ding fries are –”

DAMMIT!

I think it’s best that I go.

Voulez-voulez-vous hostile.