A man needs priorities

I decided I needed to chronicle all the things I love most in this world. After a few moments of thought, I jotted this down:

1. Breasts
2. Dinosaurs
3. Chain saws
4. Hover bikes
5. Strawberry Cake

Fuck yeah, strawberry cake, motha fuckas.

I can't remember the point of this post, so here is a true story.

Tyler rests comfortably on the crapper, reading. Michael's head appears in the window like a poorly edited cartoon.

Mike: Heeeey buddy. Whatchya readin'?

Tyler: Dude, seriously, what the fuck?

Mike: (giggles) (leaves window)

Tyler: (yelling) Stop doing that!

Living with your best friend blows.

Hair Cut

Michael and I decided to cut my hair, however, we decided to do it drunk, very drunk. The result of which was a hair cut varying in length, at random, between 3/4 of an inch and five inches. It was not the best do, but i wore it proudly for almost two weeks, calling it with affection my "Brew-do".

Also, I visit and lovely sister and her lovely family. Warren, my brother-in-law of past renown(http://sixfingeredsword.blogspot.com/2007/01/septic-tank.html and http://sixfingeredsword.blogspot.com/2007/01/real-true-story.html), made a great deal of barbecued food, which makes him awesome. Lots of wine was consumed, songs we sang, braincells killed. I sat on the roof and watched fireworks. good times.