tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13018640.post-6590717879302893582008-04-30T02:52:00.000-07:002008-04-30T03:09:55.038-07:00Apparently I'm not reliable enough for Uebermilf to lustfully offer me her cupcakes. But if reliability is her single criterion for sexual chocolate cupcakes, then so be it. I am unreliable. My only certainty is my uncertainty. The call me the breeze; I keep rollin down the road. <br /><br />Yes. That's right. I just quoted Lynyrd Skynyrd. And how powerfully apt that quotation was indeed.<br /><br />Anyway, I promised you an update on my pathetic life in the title of this post, so here it is: I have a canker sore the size of Sheboygan. My giant canker sore will be quite the handicap at the salt eating contest tomorrow. <br /><br />Additionally, my pal sent me the set list of the Kids in the Hall show that we went to. She had connections and got back stage and totally swiped it! And knowing about my combined love of Kids in the Hall and my unreliability, she ill-advisedly sent it to me. I'll frame it if I don't lose it first.<br /><br />Whatever happened to that dumbass William Hung? Hopefully, he's dead.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13018640-659071787930289358?l=www.jiggscasey.com'/></div>jiggshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17671753919428796744noreply@blogger.com9