Finally, a post about lubrication

When I was a kid I had a Rubik's cube. I thought it was the schiznit, until I couldn't get it solved. Then I began to hate the cube.

The cube taunted me.

The cube called me names when I went to sleep at night.

I tore off the cube's little colored stickers and placed them in their proper positions.

I solved the cube.

Then I realized that the mutant cube looked like crap and didn't even fool my younger sibling into thinking I actually had the brain power to solve it. So I went back to hating the cube.

It turns out maybe I just need more lubrication.

Too much pressure to keep up

I haven't been blogging and now I feel tremendous pressure to do so. I think I just need to fart this constipational brain of mine, so that I might move on to better stuff. There is just too much pressure to make a really great blog after so much time off. I feel I need to explain, but that always ends up sounding corny when you over explain something as trivial as blogging.

Anyway, here are some goofy pictures instead:

I'll trade you three constipated nuns for a barfing grandma.....

I never claimed this blog was gonna be classy.

Pooped

I haven't blogged in a while.

I am tired.

Good Morning.