The_annoying_one

The eternal struggle of what to eat for dinner when nothing sounds good.

The whole notion of musicians "selling out" just because they eventually tweak their sound a little is complete bullshit. Artists are free to create whatever they choose, just like fans are free to move on if it no longer interests them.

Gave Mr. Hoonie VIP access to the most exclusive club in town.

Happy birthday.

Earned a life-long supply of OxyClean for mentioning Billy Mays online.

A can of chicken and dumplings.

Farted inside of a nursery and blamed it on the kids.

I keep thinking of people I haven’t seen or spoken to in probably 30 years. What is this?

Dressed up as a giant bottle of mustard just to terrorize Rake Yohn.

Should know I would never touch Miracle Whip, that nasty crap.

Checkers emailed me a $5 off coupon that was set to expire in a few days, so I just went with that. That $5 off coupon was actually just a dollar off, but whatever.

Once smeared mayonnaise all over someone’s mailbox.

Leaked the secret of KFC’s eleven herbs and spices. The Colonel was PISSED.

I really need some music right now but no idea what I’m in the mood for.

Hired a private investigator to uncover the truth about ghostrek and Mr. Hoonie. That private investigator was never seen again.

Should know it's not my fault I type slower than molasses.

Once met Sir Paul McCartney and started to sing "Hey, Hey, We're The Monkees".

Is writing a concept album about Arbor Day.

Hamburger Helper and crescent rolls.

If you tell me you're coming to my house, but don't bother giving me a time, I'm just going to go about my day and risk missing you. Not my fault or problem.