moi

When I was a kid I watched a lot of the Muppet Show with my mom. Mom loved Miss Piggy, and she would mimic her sometimes when she was being funny. She was world famous for bonking hte car into things, a fact which drove my dad fairly nuts.

I came home one day from school to find the mailbox sporting a rather large dent. I asked mom if she had done it.

Moi?” she asked, in mock surprise.

My sister liked saying “Moi?” also, but she didn’t know how, so she’d say “Mya?” instead. Naturally, as any big brother would, I teased her mercilessly about “Mya?”.

And so, twenty years later, I stepped off stage after a five hour gig and many, many drinks. My fingers hurt, I was sweaty and tired.

Becky was there to drive me home, thank jesus, because God knows I was too sauced to do it myself.

“Very drunk, Beck.” I told her.

“As expected” she said.

Moi?

shaving

You know, those people over at Gilette think they are pretty smart.

When I first started shaving, most people just had those single blade razors. But then the geniuses over at the Gilette company came out with a product called the Sensor that had two blades, and that was better. Yay! Now our faces hurt a little bit less, or so we have been led to believe.

Well now they are selling a razor with three blades in it called the Mach 3. It really is better. I hate shaving, so I only do it about once a week, and I’m here to tell you that the extra blade helps mow down the stubble.

What makes me nuts is that they had to know ten years ago that three blades would be better than two, they just held out on the American public so they could milk the two blade system for all it was worth! Those bastards! Someone told me they are working on a four blade system now.

No fucking shit!

Why don’t they just skip the bullshit and get right on with producing the five blade razor so I can shave each side of my face in a single swipe? Damnit!

Now I know what some of you are going to say… “Get an electric razor!”

That’s all fine and well for you people with wimpy hairs, but my facial hair is manly and rugged and does not submit easily. The old fashioned wet method is the only thing that works for me. I have bought a number of different electric razors only to be disappointed time and again. I even bought one of those ones that squirts lotion out the top, but it wasn’t any better than the others I have had.

When I am rich and famous I will have an old wrinkly barber shave me with a straight razor as part of my morning routine, which will also include being bathed by naked girls in a huge indoor pool like Eddie Murphy in Coming To America.

“The Royal Penis is clean, your highness.”

exploding drugs

If there were a drug that made you feel great, get any girl/guy you wanted, but was garunteed to make you explode at some point, do you think anyone would use it?

I mean, if you use the drug, at some point in your life you’re just gonna go BANG and explode. Might be ten years from now, might be twenty, might be your first taste of the drug, but you will feel like a million bucks.

I think people probably would use it.

ACT ONE, SCENE ONE, INT. DAY. Senatorial candidate Bill Harshpfeffer is answering questions at a press conference.

HARSHPFEFFER:

Yes, you there?

REPORTER 1:

Sir, would you care to comment on the rumors that you allegedly used the drug BangSplat in college?

HARSHPFEFFER:

Yes, I would. I have never at any time.. er…

REPORTER 2:

Mister Harshpfeffer?

HARSHPFEFFER:

(explodes) BANG! SPLAT!

FIN

I wish I could get paid millions of dollars to write movie scripts that were only half a page long.

Maybe later

Tonight I played at the Saloon with Walter and the boys. I had a great time and got very very drunk. I was walking off stage for our first break when I was stopped by two girls. I had to pee REALLY bad because I’d been slugging beer like a champ.

One of them said “Will you play some Drivin’ and Cryin’ for us?”

“Okay, which one you want, Straight To Hell?”

“Yeah that’s good.” she said, then added “Will you take me straight to hell?”

“Maybe later,” I told her, “I have to pee right now.” but what I meant was “No”.

I went to pee.

mad at my brain

Apparently I had stolen a car, driven it to a parking lot, and fallen asleep. I am a terrible car thief in my dreams, you see.

The cops, one of whom was my grandfather, and the other of whom had a very annoying voice, were arresting me. They were fairly relaxed about the whole deal, but I was pissed about getting arrested because it was a friday, and you can’t get out of jail until Monday morning if you get hauled in on Friday night.

It was a green honda accord, maybe a 92 or 93 model. It had tinted windows. I had a girl with me, but it wasn’t a girl I had seen before. She had curly hair, and I don’t know any girls with curly hair.

I asked the annoying cop if I could maybe just come by on Sunday and go to jail and then get bailed out Monday, but he said no deal. He wanted to take me right then.

I woke up thinking, “God damnit, if only I hadn;t stolen that car”, and then realized that it had been a dream.

Then I fell asleep again and had a dream I was being badly electrocuted. I woke up again to the sound of Frog firing his pellet gun downstairs.

For once I’m not mad at him for firing his pellet gun in the house at 6am.

I am very mad at my brain right now, however, for all the car theft and electrocution.