-Guns N Roses

This has pretty much been a nightmare of a day that all started with my grandma's car (now mine) not being able to start at 6am due to it now being driven after a 5 year hiatus in her garage. The old gas that was in it needs to leave so things aint good in da carburator, etc. Pretty much an embarassment to see big man with little car not going anywhere.

However, it was kind of a hoot to get my dad up at that time to see what's wrong. Due to it being such an early hour, he kind of wanders off down the driveway but luckily he found his way in my car to give it a look-see.

Gawd, it's an embarassment not knowing jackshit about cars except how to drive (lately I have driven sanely but why did that just happen after terrorizing my neighborhood for years?) and slide down patches of ice. I once came very close to sliding off a ramp to leave the interstate and let me tell ya, that is a thrill to living a Dukes Of Hazzard moment.

Editor: "Hedgehoggy, he's just a good ol' boy, never meanin' no harm."

That will probably explain to everyone why Bald-O will never let me drive, folks. He's seen me do some pretty crazy things in my car but I'm so much better now. I now stay in my own lane!

Why does Election Day have to be so dreary? I mean, the lines were awful everywhere! Never have I seen anything like this since that concert I attended to see No Doubt that had me giggling at a bunch of underagers nearby trying to sneak in booze. I'm hoping all this means that the country is fed up with Bush and demands a complete change.

People talk of not voting thanks to the candidates not being on par but I digress. There's more to it than all that crap we would like to see rid of on TV. For instance, we have a vote on people with disabilities referendum that will help them live on their own. Ever think about them? Oh, that's right. You just want to bitch about how the only bush you trust is your own.

Where was I? Oh, yeah, my car. It's a bit better now after some drives to help rid it of the old gas. The muffler looks like a Hardees's burger so that will have to be replaced. Nothing like driving around with it hanging from the car to which people cannot believe what that noise is. I'm a rich piece of white trash somehow found his place in a rich white neighborhood that just happens to have a big camper in the backyard (I'm not kidding).

I'm seeing more and more fights here on Diaryland thanks to people really letting it out on disagreements. Yes, the presidential shit is one of them along with people disagreeing with entries on sexual thoughts and making fun of people in pictures put up.

That's the thing that doesn't necessarily scare me, pictures. I'll show mine someday but I'm not too keen on showing everyone me. Trust me. I'm as I say I am as some people have been lucky enough to see. If you were one of these people, consider yourself very, very special. Just ask if you'd like to see moi.

Comments? I couldn't care any less. What the fuck could you do? I bench press more than you weigh, have dabbled in martial arts, can withstand pain (played both games of a doubleheader in baseball with a broken right foot in college), and somehow hold within a goofy attitude that disarms just about anyone. Plus, I've seen a lot of Diarylanders' pictures that show some as actually being sane and wanting to share.

I'm not sure if it is some kind of day for thongs or what but they were in a major abundance today. My co-workers, Kim, had hers on full display along with several girls in my gym and pretty much everywhere. I know I am one of the guys that is in the minority on this but I hate thongs unless they are on a girl that can really pull 'em off.

Everytime, I get to the point that it's pants off, I find that she wears a thong. J, Jen, B, B2, and on and on all wore thongs. Ugh. To me, they reveal too much too soon because I like to pull panties off and not see the pink stuff too early. Reminds me of how J would lay on her back as I slid her thong off all while already seeing her swollen yum-yum since this wet fabric was practically wedged up there.

My preference? Easy. I like girls in a slim cut bikini panty that has really small lace on the hip area with a 3/4 back that conceals but shows a good outline of that swollen yum-yum that I am just dying to get my tongue inside. I'm not huge on colors but I do like white with some kind of odd design like small polka dots or little devils. If the designer of the panties is Jack Daniels whiskey, I'm gonna be worried that I am going down on an alcoholic and she's gonna call me her "licker" (licquor).

That book I've started that was considered such a scandal in Italy, "100 Strokes Of the Brush?" It's going okay but I must say that reading how at the age of 14 Melissa P. comes across her first throbbing angry penis was kind of funny. The words used are lightly in the sense of those romance novels, some I had to read while working at the library for some much needed laughs. It's unusual to read someone that uses sex as something to do since I like to put passion into it.

Just when the fuck am I going to get into my locked entry? I've got all these wacky sexual thoughts to release that I don't know where the fuck to begin. I tend to think too much at work or when those old people are gettin' jiggy with the radio all while driving 20mph ahead of me. I swear that the mix of Viagra and Ovaltene has made those over 70 with a desire to ruin my need for speed.

Tom Cruise and Hedgehoggy: "I feel....the need......the need for......SPEED!"

So, I'm happy that some people voted and even sent proof that P.Diddly will not be visiting said houses by threatening to make people wear his crappy clothing.
Speaking of crap, my dogs just left a pile in this room since they feel justified after watching BET while Snoop's "Drop It While It's Hot" comes on.
I'm dreaming of a day we find Kerry sitting in the Oval Office pouring some ketchup on a victory burger. Goodnight.

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