Frylock lives and is pissed at the blogger for losing his last entry into cyberspace once again. I'm at Bazzuka Joe's house usinh his laptop and so I didnt write it in Wordpad like I should, but oh well Im gonna try and regurge what I just wrote and curse the name of Blogger...so here goes:

I'm going to weigh in on stinky water and crap in one broad stroke. Anyone who has ever stayed for a period of time in Spumoni Gardens knows that the reason you'll see a plethora of water coolers around the house is because the well water in Jupiter Farms smells like a limberger omelette dipped in garbage juice. The standing water in the toilets can actually get so bad that when you take a major brunz...you're actually doing it a favor. It seems only appropriate that Big Vin would own a home where he not only encourages, but in fact hopes you'll make a major deposit in his restroom.

Next up: I have new neighbors at the shop who have an English Bulldog...my all-time favorite dog who has taken to spending each entire day in my office. I have been in my absolute glory chilling with Lola, and as each day passes I become increasingly convinced that the Mastandreas have evolved from the English Bulldog. I examine a photograph of my grandfather and note his large rotund head, his barrel chest, underbite, absent neck and short muscular arms and legs...then I turn to Lola and can't help feeling as if I'm related in some way....I know I'm no anthropologists but does anyone believe my argument holds any water?