I ate a large pizza for breakfast

So -- All you asses are hatin' on Lloyd.

Well, let me just say that as I type this in my Star Wars Sweatpants and fromt behind my Darth Vader face paint, you all have terrible sense of humor.

I chuckled at some of your entries and will continue to do so.

I will definitely be critiquing more in the coming posts, for grammar, punctuation, and verb usage.

I have also laughed and continue to do so at the "Who is Lloyd?" contest still ongoing at the that Kansas blog, or wherever.

What amazes me throughout now, is that you actually take offense to some, if not all of my witty banter?

You people write about buying steak with your crazy grandpa. You write about kitchen appliances you bought. You tell the world about the muffins you like to eat. You go on and on about crappy paintings and then cry just because I say I dont like them. You moan about the heat.

As mittens would say: "meaow!"

Translation: Lighten the hell up, asses!

Cuz Lloyd ain't going nowhere, and my blog kicks all of yours in the testicles.

Current mood: Constipated

Music: Hansen's "Mmm-bop!"

Quote of the day:

I’ll buy you a diamond ring my friend,
If it makes you feel alright,
I’ll buy you anything my friend,
If it makes you feel alright,
For I don’t care too much for money,
For money can’t buy me love.

-- Doug Flutie