i refuse to comment

the finite jester hereby refuses to comment on....

any posts made under the influence,
{allowing, of course, an addendum that his friends are weird}

the fact that it's 5:14am and he feels like his
mental prowess is just kicking in.

how many beers constitutes too many beers for blogging.

and of course, how it is that typing is still possible.

wooo
friday ladies and gents

i do sincerely hope that you are all tucked into warm
beds with warm bodies that get yer sexual juices flowing
send a thought or two the jester's way because the futon
looks far too damn lonely.

and again...
i refuse to comment on whatever the hell it was that
'i was talking about.

but you know, just because i'm sitting here t.w.i.
{that's typing while intoxicated} doesn't mean that you
can rule me out, oh no! you see the jester's alter ego
is actually engaged in that schooling thing we've all heard
so much about and is currently (although thankfully not
between posts such as this, kids, school is something far
too serious to engage whilst hammered!) in the process
of finishing up a paper which dissects the unique and
decidedly unorthodox belief structure that said jester's
alter ego has found himself the inheritor of, and said
document will find it's way into these *$^@#&^$
whatever the hell these bloggin' posty type constructs
are deserved to be called with regard to collective
consideration...

whoa, can't keep that up, i need more bevy... and it's
all already sideways, and i've got an ex-girlfriend to
deal with tommorow and then a serious consideration
of finnegans wake to attempt, good-night sweet reader,
fictional though you may be...

you know if you really wanna ring the jester's bells
and give some random cat in the earth-sphere
experience a wild thrill just respond to some of this
god-forsaken nonsense that i'm spouting, fer fuuk's
sake comment y'all... i commonly find myself sitting
here, bored, looking to imprint bizarre experience
into internet immortality {otherwise you wouldn't
be reading this} and what could be more bizarre than
actually admiting in a comment column that you've
actually wasted however long it took you to read
this nonsense. damn, it's a great way to 'be like me'

Yep! Another spine-tingling chapter in the ongoing
saga of mondo-bizarro life slice, mind spiced meglomania.
Ha! Another two beers and I'll be philosophizing and
telling y'all 'bout my drug-dealing co-workers and how
beautiful it is that I raise money for the cops.

Bow...

Exist stage left..
{was that a typo?}
[ignore it, he's drunk]

i refuse to comment