Ok folks, sorry for the slack ass sessions I’ve been failing to post. I’m going to try and throw this together using the MCC wireless internet in the 5 minutes I have before my class starts.
It’s been about a week since I haven’t had the internet. I know it doesn’t sound that bad, but it wasn’t until now that I realized how heavily I depend on a shitty 10Meg connection. I haven’t had the ability to do any of my online homework, watch the X-Files on netflix, play Gears of War 3 on X-Box live, do any of my internet banking, etc… These are all unfortunate circumstances I had to overcome for a bit now. My nights have grown lonely, repeating disc 2 and 3 from the Chapelle Show season 2, because disc 1 was missing from the case. I have been reciting the outtakes from Black Bush and the Racial Draft for the past 3 days at work now. Work, now that’s what I wanted to talk about…
Tom Kraus got a mother fucking job. A real job. Shipping and Receiving and other bullshit responsibilities at the oh so loyal Moosejaw. What does this mean?
I ran into Tom Kraus at the Hayloft this past Sunday in Mt. Clemens at an Undesirables/Spring Break/Mayor Mayor show. I got to meet super saiyan GoTenks in PERSON, bitches. That’s right. Tom Kraus was outside, spraying champagne over 20-30 fine bitches ass, yelling out money ain’t a thang. See, Lars? Getting a real job IS cool. Being a real person IS cool. You get shit ton of money to buy booze and hookers and party like the stock market does. Party on, TK.