Just another hurdle, I bounced through a portal.

I need to sound tuff to put this shot up.... Well, when I took this shot I was all like "Make me some honey, bitch!" to the bee, and then I slapped it around a bit, and it stung me and I didn't care, but when it died I blinked away a small tear for the plucky little bee who dared to care. I buried his fragile body and gave him a nine-gun salute by getting really drunk and letting off the shotty.

I got sweet fanny adams done today, but had fun not doing it. Instead, I continued my quest to sculpt my body into a mockery of Adonnis, and took some photos of bees. Then I spent 70 minutues on the phone to my supervisor getting advice, which was good. After a session in the mens room giving myself the "you're a rockstar, you're a rockstar" treatment, I got up the sack to call the guy and left a vague message on his answering machine. Then some chaps came over who are looking to put some beehives on the farm. Then Dad wanted me to help draft some sheep to sort out the ones which need crutching (they have daggy arses) before they are sold, which ended up with me chasing and grappling sheep for a while, and helping Dad crutch them. I tore arse around the place on the motorbike herding sheep, but tried to look like I wasn't enjoying it too much, because we were working. Then we went over to the neighbours to borrow his ramp for when the truck comes, then shedded the sheep, and fuck me, the day's over. Then Chappelle's show was on after tea, and I was hoping he might say "I'm Rick James, bitch!", but he didn't.

I'm listening the Mylo Essential Mix from April'05, which just finished downloading before I begun composing this Homerian epic, and penetrate me without consent if it aint the shiznit.

Barry whispered the following sweet nothing into my internet ear from Europe this morning, where it would have been around mid morning:

hurry up an reply cocksucker!!!

p.s- im drunk