Because there's no such thing as too much cheese. Unrolling the braciole of consciousness; shaping the meatball of life. Because everything is funny; you just need to view it from the proper angle. Good for cats. Made in Poland. Because everything is like a hat. You know how those gorillas can be... Very unforgiving.

Tuesday, January 24, 2006

THIS BLOG NEEDS AN ENEMA!!!

I told John I would begin tonight's entry as a public call to arms: Mastandreas take up they keyboard and blog. We all know that a Mastandrea sees more bizarre sights in an hour than the average man sees in a lifetime...and we have been fortunate to have so many amazing stories passed down orally from our parents and grandparents , but the blog provides a guarantee that our stories never stop being passed down. So lets share our lives, even if your life seems like its uneventful...those who love you want to hear you.

And I hate to bring this up, when you don't blog, John turns into Morrissey..just today I distinctly heard him singing: "I was posting on the blog and then I read the blog...and heaven knows I'm miserable now".

Speaking of Morrissey, did I mention I got the greatest gift of all time today....and I'm serious: a genuine Morrissey watch which made it to me from Hong Kong. Who knew he was such a star there? I seriously can't wait to show it off. Also wanted to mention that this Sunday I'll be going to the WWE Royal Rumble. I'm thinking of taking My Four Horsemen mask and seeing if I can maybe get into the ring. Which brings me to my next topic: those who know me, know along with my desire to drive the Weinermobile, my other lifelong dream is to possess a championship belt. I secretly wish that instead of a diploma, highschool and college graduates were presented a championship belt...that way I'd have more than one that I could alternate on different days of the week. My Uncle Andy has a belt that resembles a championship belt. Anyway, Im at BazzukaJoe's house right now and therefore don't want to hog up his computer for too long. But I'm gonna finish with one last thought...one time back during the wonder years on Marisa Circle, Joe Sarcona (aka Joe Shtrimps) passed some particularly nauseating methane gas in our family rec room and in his infinite wisdom, tried to dull the smell by pouring bottled cologne directly onto his ass. The result? A room that smelled of shit and Cool Water. He apparently thought this would be less embarassing than simply admitting to a fart...luckily with Mark Ward, Chris Grant, BazzukaJoe and I in the room, we helped him recognize his error. I'm outta here. G'nite all.
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