Moronic Ramblings

It has taken a full month, but FINALLY (through bizarre circumstance) I have coined my own personal phrase/mantra for the New Year.

2007: THE YEAR OF THE TAP OUT

You have been warned!

Lately, the past few Fridays I have felt like Scott Howard

If you ever find yourself milling around at work with some time to kill and are simultaneously self-absorbed, may I suggest Googling your name. Or, better yet, Google Image your name and see what comes up.

Here are just a handful of my results:

I am honored and quite flattered

Um....okay. For some, this may make a bit of sense.

This is kind of weird because I think I may be this guy in about forty years.

OH HO HO.....

YES!

Here it is.....

SHAZAAM!!!!

The irony of this whole pciture search is that I made the same, exuberant face sitting at my desk while coming across this gem. I kind of felt like Steve Martin's character in "The Jerk" when the phone books came in.

PS - I usually make this face when either a) the pizza delivery man has arrived at my door or b) when I climax during sex. So it looks like I either just received a pie of pepper and mushrooms or a rough HJ from a Bridge-n-Tunnell hussey. You be the judge.

It is often said that one's New Year's Eve celebration is a microcosm for the oncoming year. If that is true, 2007 will be chock full of embarrasing moments which in turn will render me alone.

The more things change, the more they stay the same.

 

 "Boooo fucking hooo!!!!"