Walking down the street with the creature, we encountered this epic mosaic art stuck on a wall. Needless to say, I was amazed and happy.

There needs to be more things like this around.

Shave For A Cure. No, I’m not doing it. I’ve already shaved my head before, and I don’t think any of us would be surprised if I did it again. Someone far braver and awesome is doing it instead.

If you’re a friend of mine, chances are you already know of this creature. She has been dealing with a problem called Trichotillomania, which is the compulsion to pull one’s hair out. It’s triggers include factors like stress.
It’s been a major problem for her, and she’s decided to take the plunge and shave her entire head of hair in the name of therapy. Since she’s already going to do it, it makes sense to do it for charity, and participate in Shave For A Cure.

So, this is where you fine upstanding gentlemen (and Monnie) come in. If you can spare just five dollars for Britt’s cause, you’ll put her one step closer to her goal of $500. The lady has already made $150 for charity, and anything more to help her reach the big five double-o would be appreciated.

HERE IS HER PAGE WHERE SHE EXPLAINS THIS BETTER THAN ME, AND WITHOUT A SENTENCE FULL OF MAJUSCULES.

If you add all the numbers on a roulette table together, you get 666.

I need to stop eating pizza, but it’s just too fucking delicious.

We are moving house.
A new beginning for us.
Packing is a bitch.

Tonight I was told by a customer that “You can’t hit the broad side of a barn door”, in regards to his being unable to win a single bet on roulette.
To this, I state an obvious but overlooked fact:

As a dealer, I have the uncanny ability to always spin the winning number. It is up to the customer to make sure he bets on it.

After months of reading on and off, I’ve finally finished the book Les Misérables. I feel all levels of accomplished now I can finally move on from it.
I enjoyed the ending, but I felt the story’s most terrible character didn’t get what he deserved, and justice just wasn’t served. However, that might be me expecting a traditional “happy ending”.

If you feel like reading a book long enough to be included on Wikipedia’s list of “longest novels”, you can click here to get it for Kindle. For free.

What is the point of playing an open world role playing game if I can’t get drunk while doing so?

Drink:

• Every time you drink a potion.
• When you level up.
• If a guard talks about his knee penetrated, rendering his days as an adventurer over.
• Drink twice if you resort to using fast travel.
• The word “Dragonborn” or “Dovahkiin” is used in speech.
• When you are caught committing a crime.
• You miss with an arrow.
• An NPC complains about your having a spell readied.

If you want it to be more difficult:

• Every time you save.
• When you see a dragon on screen.

Have any ideas to add to it? Do tell. I’m looking at improving this, since it was a bit of a “I want to drink already” rush job.

On the way home from work, I was confronted by people more aggressive than normal. I was challenged to a couple of fights, and was threatened to be “rolled” as well. Along with that, I had a short conversation with a couple of city-goers.

Greasy guy: Hey man, do you know where the Apple Bar is?
Me: What?
Greasy guy: The Apple Bar! Do you know where it is?
Me: Uhh, no I don’t. Sorry.
Greasy guy: Well, that just makes you a gay cunt then doesn’t it?

I stood there staring at him as he started to turn and walk off, resisting the urge to point out to him that by not knowing the location himself, he was in fact also a homosexual vagina.
However, another more important thought crossed my mind, entering my entire being. This one thought troubled me the entire way home, and made me question life, religion, and for a brief moment my sexuality.

What was the thought? I hadn’t mentioned Rubenerd or his amazing sexually arousing website on this blog in forever.

Well, that’s done. Thank you everyone.

Alternative title: “OH LOL AREN’T I FUNNEH? AREN’T I? Team Rocket?