Clearly all this working is making my goof-off skill atrophy. Thankfully Ben is there to pick up the slack.
Not much to say beyond that. I'm lame, I couldn't even stay up for the new year. I used to be the kind of person who didn't bother going to bed until the sun came out. Unfortunately I couldn't find anyone to pay me to do that.
I can attest that he couldn't even make it to midnight on New Year's Eve. I made it, although I somehow missed that Dick Clark had a stroke just before New Year's Eve last year. I tuned in to the last 15 minutes of The New Year's Rockin' Eve [even though the ball had really dropped three hours before]. I was shocked, shocked I say to hear Dick Clark slurring like a drunk on payday. I guess it was the first time he's made an appearance on tv in a year so he's better than he was. I guess that immortal look he had going on had to end sometime, I just didn't figure it would be so durned abrupt.
Yes! It's funny. I like funny. I also like vodka, and tonight I had the oppurtunity to drink, so I did and now I'm drunk. I drunk called a few people and I...well thats about it. Now I'm goingto go to bed. Via Las Vegas!
You're probably wondering what the bloody hell is going on. It's simple. Ben killed himself.
Dumb ass. He should have aleast waited until after the Vegas trip.
No, seriously. Things aren't going very well. But stay tuned becasue the comic I'm working on (but haven't finished) shall make all the other comic's we done before this one look like a melted popsicle. YOU HEARD ME!
