Fridays are a day for reflection.... or: I guess I should say some shit.

So...

Here I am on a Friday night. I have a half hour to kill before the new Bob Saget special premiers on Comedy Central (Yes Bob Saget. What?) so I figured now would be a good time to fill in the blank space on my blog that I started here as a way for me to delude myself into thinking that people actually care about what I have to say. Then I realised:

I don't actually have anything to say!

I know. I know. I hear what you're all (both of you) saying: "How could anyone who talks as much as this guy not have anything meaningful to say?" Well, the simple answer to that question is that I'm not really that interesting. I mean, I'd like to think I'm clever, funny, have a unique take on life thereby having a wisdom others only dream of, and over-all I'm one of the sexiest men alive, but in reality only one or maybe two of those things is actually true.

So what does one talk about when one is not that interesting? Again, the answer is so simple it's almost child-like in its simplicity:

ANYTHING ONE FUCKING WANTS TO!

In the immortal words of Adam Sandler: "I have a microphone and you don't. So you will listen to every damn word I have to say!"

However, there's a drawback to this. I intend for this blog to be a pull-no-punches kind of outlet for me to say pretty much whatever it is I want about whatever I want. This could upset a person or two from time to time. To all the people I love and don't (usually) want to intentionally be hurtful to: Read at your own risk. To all of my more easily shocked or sensitive readers (you know who you are) I say: Read at your own risk. My words can sometimes be a bit provacative, inflamatory, or even downright rude. But that's just how I am. I'm not gonna take it easy on anybody folks.

You have been warned.