Day two of the Samuel French Festival and already I hate the audience, both individually and collectively.

Usually it takes a little longer, but after 5 1/2 hours on Saturday and 5 1/2 hours last night, they have gotten on my nerves way ahead of schedule.

Yesterday I was having this really incredible dream about going on a date with Tommy Lee Jones, and it was a really complicated dream involving several states, and he had to quickly go do something, so I was waiting for him at this theme park...and then the phone rang.

I looked at the clock thinking "Who the fuck is calling me at this hour!" and saw that it was noon, so that meant that it was my mother and I really had to answer, but I was pretty irritated at her for spoiling practically my first date this decade!

Listen, dream or no dream, I'll take what I can get!

Molly likes the word "just". She puts it in most sentences, like:

"Molly, what're you doing?"
"I just playing!"
or
"I just eating rice and beans!"
or
"I just riding in my stwoller!"

Well, Fran tells me that he got up the other morning and he was nekkid, and Molly said, pointing at a part of his anatomy:

"Daddy, that your penis?"
"Yes, Molly"
(slight pause)
"I just like it!"

There is this song on one of my mix tapes, "Piss Up a Rope" by Ween, that is my new favourite song.

It never occurred to me that I would ever find the line "On your knees you big booty bitch, start suckin'" funny, but when it is set to this cheerful yee-haw honky-tonk Bear Country Jamboree tune, not only do I find it hilarious, but I am lustily singing along!

You ride my ass
Like a horse in a saddle
Now you're up shit's creek
With a turd for a paddle
I can't cope
Piss up a rope

One year ago today:
"Rich Frosted Poppettes"

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