The dark scar in the upper left is from the shootout Deb got into with some skanky customers at the wine store who wanted white zinfindel. She whipped out the baseball bat from under the counter, meaning to teach them a harsh lesson on good wines. They drew down on her. She cracked some skulls and dove for cover, but she got hit as she was flying through the air, over the counter, in slow motion. The scar actually has a much more mundane origin, but I like the white zinfindel story better.

She also wants to set the record straight regarding Direct TV installation day. She says she was prepared to be the one there to supervise the installation, she just preferred not to be because she was afraid she would order something I didn't want. She says I am very paranoid about her attitude toward the big new TV. She's right.

What's with the weird entry in my guestbook? I only know one Joe, and he would never deny the fact that he has tits, much less make all those typos and speak in cryptic stupidity. Unless this "guestbook Joe" was born with some genetic defect, he most certainly does have tits. And they happen to be tits that can develop breast cancer, just like women's. My good friend Drew had to have some cancerous tissue removed from his breast just a year or so ago. He was lucky he caught it as early as he did.

So, guys, pay attention! Feel yourself up on a regular basis. Armpits, too.

I got mentioned on Porno.blogspot. How cool is that? I like Carly/Cooie. But just to be clear, I did not attach any clothespins directly to Sara's nipples on Saturday night. I clamped them to the flesh in a circle with about a 2.5 inch radius around the nipple. I could've done the nipples directly, but didn't. 'Kay. All clear.