It's over before it even began.
I'm shutting down the blog as soon as I get up the nerve to delete it.
Don't even think about trying to convince me otherwise.
Ok, so I won't be missed. Fine.
And if you want to know the truth, as if you didn't figure it out already...
A close personal friend, Michael Berryman comes over to the spread when the rabbit population gets out of control and uses his exceptional head to burrow into their tunnels.
The kids during our annual Deliverance Theme Day where we all get together to strum our banjos and play
"WHO CAN SQUEAL LIKE A PIG?"
Strange, I found this mug shot of Andre The Giant in my son Anthony's wallet.
I hope it doesn't mean what I think it means! I really should hide all these muscle builder photos I have lying around the office.
Wouldn't want him to become obsessed with it!
What a lovely weekend we had when Moammar Gadhafi came to visit. A real laugh riot! I caught him coming out of the shower in this photo. Can you believe the look of surprise on this guy's face?
He said something like, "Morfakar! Habibi! Blaf grag spritz blorf strup ptuwi!"
Which I think is Arab for, "Go fuck yourself, Enzio Pesta!"
If you're wondering about the mics, I have a recording studio just off the master bathroom where I record my weekly public radio program,
"Who's Your Despot?!"
Another candid shot of Mommi enjoying our rendition of Rhapsody in Blue on our banjos. Those reflections in his sunglasses are totally spooky, aren't they? Maybe I should try selling this photo to some religious fanatics and tell them it's a miracle or something.
Fuck me! Look at what else I found in Anthony's wallet!
Please, tell me what it all means!
I don't want to even think about it.
You know what? Maybe I'll keep the blog going just a little bit longer.
I realize I have so much shit in my collection that no one ever gets to see and this is the perfect place to display it.
I think I'll ask my therapist if he can swing a quick electrical charge through the brain on the next visit.
I really have no idea why I'm doing this blog thing.
I'll say it again because I know you love hearing it...
FUCK YOU, ENZIO PESTA!
3 comments:
Thanks, Olaf. Regardless, this blog will soon be not of this world. I had my fun and it seems you're the only one who appreciates my efforts and understands what I'm trying to do. When you have a sec, can you explain what that is to me?
PS: Do you have a degree in Popular Culture of the 20 Century? For a guy who looks as young as you, you sure do know you're obscure personalities.
You are one sad mofo, Pesta. So full of yourself, you think you'll get a rise out of people with your lame attempts at comedy. Seriously, I used to do this kind of stuff in 5th grade. And how original putting stupid captions under pics you got off the web.
If someone is boring, IT'S YOU!
Today is a day to rejoice, not cry. Grab this thing by the balls, screenwriting people, and don't let go till you get that first option check. See? I can be encouraging when the mood strikes me.
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