September 01, '02 - 11:02 a.m.
Happy September. I expect a lashing for not having written since the Golden Girls incident. It would be well deserved.
I haven't been all that busy, so there is no excuse for me not writing. Chalk it up to me being baD with a capital D. As opposed to bad with Captain D.
There aren't any Captain D's in New Jersey. It doesn't really bother me, yo, because I haven't eaten at the Caps since I was maybe 12. So like almost 18 whole entire years.
Speaking of fishy: There's a convenience store right down the street from us called Country Fresh. Now THAT would be a GREAT name for a douche. If not the whole product name, at least the scent. I'll give you a minute, here. Say it out loud and slow if you don't follow. If you still can't get it, bookmark this and come back when you're old enough!!
So how do you like that? Lance Bass, going into outer space? There was awhile when I know many of you had hoped that ALL of N'SYNC would go there, say for an extended vacation of sorts. Well, now one is going willingly. He's paying one meeeeellion dollars, so he must really want to go. I think it's kind of cool.
Remember when you were but a wee child (in the 80's) and your teacher said that by the year 2000 we would all have those jet-packs and be flying to and fro? We're still waiting, Mrs. Third Grade Teacher! I guess Lance is just taking matters into his own hands.
And now, in true toonland fashion, I must go, as I am being carried through the air on a waft of strawberry muffin scentaliciousness! It's getting hard to t y p e . .. . . . a a a a g h . . .
