Since I will be working through out this holiday season, I thought I would take a moment to wish everyone a happy holiday. I know many of you are like me and do not care much for them, but who wants to turn down free stuff?

The new year is around the corner and I still do not have anything planned. I will probably head to a club for the evening or may just stay in and do nothing. That decision is likely to occur in the last hours of 2003.

Driving home this morning from Cracker Barrel where I enjoyed their Holiday Breakfast Sampler (two eggs cooked to order, bacon, sausage, country ham, hash-brown casserole, fried apples, two cinnamon biscuits, grits, freshly-made buttermilk biscuits and sawmill gravy) I saw a man on a golf course looking to gain a lift from other golfers who had golf carts. He stood on the green with his thumb up, his arm extended out. It was an odd sight and I wonder why one would need to hitchhike on the green.

I will now entertain New Year party suggestions. Unless I request it off, I will probably be scheduled to work on 01 January 2004 so I cannot leave the Orlando area. I am going to ask about that on Tuesday.

That is all for now.

I have been neglecting all things online in the past several weeks. All things are going well right now, though my flat tire was poorly timed. I promise to actually write and post some new commentaries and other items in the coming weeks.

From the left: Jill Kelly, myself and Tyler Faith. Confused? Go to their websites and you will learn all about who they are. I ended up cropping it for display here, but that picture is also personalised and autographed by both.

Situational irony at its finest.

I am thankful for having such great folks that have helped me a lot during the past year. Besides, who else's parents would have bought them the following during a visit to a soap store?



[ Bitch Bar Soap ]

This is not the first novelty soap my step-father has gotten for me. Last Christmas, I received the following:



[ A Gay Bar Soap ]

Happy Thanksgiving to everyone!

In T-Shirt Hell's most recent newsletter they decide to give thanks during this holiday season.

This time of year I think about what I'm thankful for. I'm thankful that I'm not a young kid with cancer whose last wish was to spend time with Michael Jackson. Kid's are so stupid. He should have asked for Justin Timberlake, or that whore Christina Aguilera. Either way he would have gotten his dick sucked.

I'm glad I wasn't home when Scott Peterson called to see if I wanted to go fishing with him last Christmas.

I'm glad I only take cooking tips, not stock tips from my neighbor, Martha Stewart. Here's an inside tip on Martha; she loves a good fisting, followed by being filled with a half gallon of milk...and then fisted again so that the milk is pushed out.

I'm glad my sex tape with the Hilton sisters has not been made public. (It's not that exciting. It's just Nikki laughing and pointing, while Paris rubs my back and assures me it happens to a lot of guys.) Fuck you Nikki. Your handbags are all derivative.

But mostly I'm glad I have you, my loyal customer base. Glad that at the end of the month after blowing most of your paycheck on lube, cocaine, and midget entertainers, you still have something left over to buy the occasional t-shirt. Plus, when I think about your desperate lives, my life looks even better in comparison.

So why not head over to T-Shirt Hell and purchase something for the holidays. After all, nothing says "I love you" like an offensive shirt you know your fucked up friends and family will love