the first reason is so i can tell you that my favorite fast food restaurant of all time KFC is giving away a small serving of Popcorn Chicken from noon-2pm, so sorry kids, only those in the PST will be able to take advantage of this terrific treat. Thanks Chris for the tip!

now, i dont read Salon unless Rabbit is writing, but Vodka Pundit has a link to a story that is quite fascinating. Turns out women like semen!

According to the story, women who dont use condoms are happier than women who do use them.

As someone who practices ultra safe sex, this puts me in quite a quandry.

Or it means that the grande finale needs to be… well…

See why i dont read Salon? Although, now we know how Rod got all those chicks. They were after the quart of jizz in his belly.

a marketing director for a tech company, she’s into good music, wrote for the daily nexus and sends me steamy emails even though ive never met her — though she swears my name rings a bell.

i mighta met her once when i was visiting santa barbara, but i doubt it. i think i woulda remembered her.

but maybe not. i do have a habit of drinking a tad when im hanging in the 93117.

hot nexus babes were plentiful when i was there and it’s nice to know that the tradition lasted past our reign, but the reason i am bringing up michelle is because i linked her website yesterday and not her blog, and any time you can link a blog from Oxnard you should.

i bought my first car, a Saturn SL-1 in Oxnard.

anyhow, michelle’s web site, like this blog, is filled with way too many pictures to punish those who insist on dialup connections. However she has a “boys we love” section that is a parade of homoerotic poses from some of the prettiest lads this side of the Castro District.

you girls cant be serious about that shit.

normally i dont spotlight people who link me, but i didnt belong to a frat in college so the nexus is the closest to beer/chicks/idiocy/lifelong connections that i’ll ever get.

tybie forever!

so i decided to get my trashy summer novel reading started in grand fashion by breaking open my signed copy of ken layne’s novel of intrigue, muder, technology, “dot.con”.

okay, even if ken wasnt my friend, former roommate, current linking buddy, and future drinking partner, i would still think that his book is top-notch.

im a super slow reader and i’ve made it through the first 30 pages, and not only is this book funny, but it’s true.

i wont ruin it for any of you, but let me act as a witness, this “novel” includes characters that if you walk down the lower Haight in Frisco, you might very well meet some of the bumbling crack street vendors like “Charles” outside Palestinian-run corner markets named “O’Lowney’s.”

we all knew that ken could write, but i wasnt so sure that he could write a novel.

let it be known, the fucker can write a novel.

i cannot give such a glowing review to one of the best chinese restaurants in west hollywood.

for the record, i love the food at p.f. changs, but why must their service be so crappy?

last night karisa took me out to dinner so as to console me from my shocking dumping. we had the crab won tons, spicy shrimps, lemon scallops. i had some harsh shots of rum, she had an apple martini and licked the sugar from the glass and pretended like it wasnt the sexiest move ever.

still the loser server guy whose only job is to take the plate from the kitchen to the table forgot to bring soy sauce.

how do you forget that? its a fucking chinese restaurant. sure theyre playing frank sinatra and there isnt one chinaman in the whole dump, but no matter how californian you tweak the chinese food you’ll never ween us from the soy sauce, renaldo.

isnt the purpose of having the waiter only take the order, and the food server only bring you the food, efficiancy? quality? customer fucking service?

karisa is a trooper though and took her time with the sugar even though her martini was third rate.

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