No receipt, no return

Anyone see the Viagra spot with Flair on Sunday, when he got in the limo with 6 chicks? I thought it was cool. Granted, Flair is so old he probably ejaculates dust, but the thought was there. He said he was gonna go all night long with those girls. He meant it too, I bet those girls we're in for the bridge game of their lives! Just kidding. Flair is the man. I love Flair. He could dust me any day.

Cannot wait for Homecoming on October 3rd. Up yours, Spike TV! First they screw ECW, now they're trying to screw WWE.

Remember yesterday, when I said I was going to fill you in on this s*it week that has blurred together into one really long day with not near enough sleep? Well, I didn't really feel like reliving it. If you don't like that, feel free to help yourself to a bowl of my nuts.

Wal-Mart makes me f*cking cringe. It's been suggested that I write a post about Wal-Mart. Because my hatred for this store is well-known in some circles, I will admit this to not be as stupid as most of the ideas I get, so I'll consider it.

I have the greatest bosses ever. I've never worked for anyone who take care of their own like these 2 do. Not only is it great operating in a bubble. I no longer even see myself as working for Co-op. I see myself as working for Peggy & Kathy.

Oh, and before I forget, I'd like to thank cousin Erin for the fuzzy watch for my birthday. For those of you that remember the picture of the hat I bought at the soon-to-be-deservedly-defunct Bijoux Turner, I now have a fuzzy pimp watch to go with it.

I've been going through Chappelle's Show: Season 2 DVD's at an amazingly slow rate. I saw this one skit the other day where one of his buddies played a psychic and the crowd was asking him questions, and it went like this:

Q: Why was President Bush so sure that Iraq had WMD's?

A: He still has the receipt.

So yeah, I know that the sketch, let alone the situation is like years old now, but it was new to me.

F'n priceless.

P.c.P would like to wish Dave Chappelle the best of luck in his future endeavors. Weather it be hosting a show on Comedy Central or rotting away in an African mental hospital.

Yeah. Good luck to him. That crazy f*cker.

Since I won't be posting tomorrow, or during my weekend off. Happy Birthday Mizzle. Crazy bastard.

Another Ask B.a.D comin' next week. You might want to get kleenex before then.

Enjoy your weekends.