Oh #%&$, he's posting again.

That's right, durn near %:)) am...
{that's 6:00 am for those of you who can't read 'drunk with finger on the shift key}
thanksgivin' day.,.. whoooo ray...

storm is raging outside and the jester has decided to found his own religion...

perks: the devout will be allowed to claim that they are the reincarnation of whomever they wish!

drawbacks: persona reincarnotia {as they shall be called} will be given out on a first come, first serve, ongoing donation war type basis, with the sole exception of Jim Morrison, whom the finite jester is was and shall be... onward towards infinity absobluepen, which does of course confer unto me the title (in perpituity) {sorry had to go for the rhyme even if i can't spell} of.... dum dum dum... dumb.

yeah but if you've been reading enough of this madness to get that then you're already in and to my dear friends i grant whichever persona reincarnotia they desire; on a first come, first serve, ongoing donation... sole exception of Jim Morrison... because y'all are alright, y'all are down w/ gee whiz and dats cool..

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!!

past 6:00 am now, and i have noticed that the above 'drunk with finger on shift key was, in fact, mistranslated.. ^:)) is actually ^:)) am in 'drunk with finger on shift key and the damn joke ain't funny no more...

no more
no more

how many beers constitute to many beers for bloggin'

{really, i'm sorry to subject you nice people to this, but i so desperately want the government to subsidize my existance because of the crippling insanity that infects me, and if y'all could just play along i'm gonna get them checks rolling real soon}

the jester just laughs and laughs and laughs

and the wind is beating at the windows, the breeze finds a way past the door, crap, i really shouldn't post no more