Girlfriend wanted.

I need me a cute gal that likes to swim and hike and enjoys live music to go out on a date this friday night. I cant go to Rosie's cus I broke some stuff so we have to go some other place. I need a nice an find lady who has long blonde or red hair and uses hernbal essence by clairol. Do you drinks wild turkey? cus I drinkls it alots . its do hot in here an my dang fan gone an broke i got to go to lowes an buy another ones but i don't habve moneis cus my check from the state dont come now an i can steal a fans an klgh.u.bj,,.m.m,nkkkkkkkkkkkkknj,........

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Holy cows, I got 2 followers...

...whatever that means. The ventriloquist dummy and some weird football guy. Other than that went to Rosie's last night had a bacon cheeseburg and a few beers, well a lot of beers and I broke the pinball machine. Lucas drove me home and he wrote me up for the damages I gotta pay Rosie's 200 bucks or I spend 3 months in the slammer. Got back to the Y after curfew and I had left my key-kard upstairs, sleept in the alley. Good thing it was warm and didn't rain. Hope they don't ban me from Rosie's.

A hole bunch of comments!

Woo-wee folks, I got a buch of comments, someone must like me. Well, now off to reading them.

Why I hate cowboy movies.

Howdy folks,
Guess where I've been? You ever see in them old cowboy movies how when a guy is drunk the sheriff let's him sleep it off with a night in jail. They don't do this in real life, right? Well, yes folks they do. Timothy Allen Kisper- 3 days drunk and disorderly. Guess what I got in jail? that's right- head lice. Why did I get so drunk that they threw me in jail, well Missy Walters and her stupid mother, Heather! Missy is a slut, I'm not defaming her, it's common knowlege. When I hang out with the high school boys behind the rec center and smoke cigarettes they all talk about her. So Friday night at the barbecue she goes and tells her mom I looked down her blouse, the moms starts screaming, I'm all ready slightly drunk. So see tells Steve Levine and he says I can't be life guard at the pool this summer. So I throw a beer bottle at Heather everybody's yelling, that's all I remember and the next day I wake up in the gray bar hotel. She don't press charges so Lucas let's me out today, hope you learned your lesson, Tim! he says. I used to kick Lucas's ass good back in high school, now he's a cop, big man. Been soaking my head in a bucket of vodka to kill the lice for an hour. Bill T. says to use gasoline but since I don't drive no more what do I do with the gas when I'm done, at least I can drink the vodka.

Shout out to Groovy Stallions!

Folks,
Tim here again, it's my blog who else would it be, yuk, yuk! I'm on fire tonight! Anyways I been hunting and pecking around on the web and I found this great blog by a guy called the Stallion, Groovy Stallions! He's got guys dressed like spiderman, junky toys and comic page folks waterskiing plus I think he sells authentic 1970s clothing, got to get me some, I'd need lady repelant when I walk into the coffee shop with one of his outfits on.

Looking for a good book.

Howdy folks,
Ole Tim here is on the prowl for a good book, not The Good Book, no I have a few Bibles including one that is hollowed out and holds a whiskey flask. That one sure comes in handy when you got to make it through a long prayer service. Nope, I need a good book to read this summer, actually several, as I'm going to be lifeguarding at the local pool this summer and well it gets mighty dull sitting up in that tall chair. Yes, Todd Fellows the gent that regularly lifeguards the pool for the YMCA broke his legs in a skiing accident this winter, so they asked me to fill in since I already head a wood shop class on Thursday afternoons. I sure hope Besty Addlebury goes under, giving her mouth to mouth would be a wet dream come true. Yuk, yuk. You get it wet as in fantasizing about an attractive lady, a little course for me I know, and wet as in swimming pool. Brillant I have to write that one down and tell it at the next lodge meeting. On second thought, not a good idea as Besty's husband will be there, yuk, yuk! Oh I kill myself, should of been a comedian!

James Garner is a good looking man.

Gosh darn it, I wished I had his rugged looks, I bet he has zero problems with the ladies. Now a bookish fellow like myself feels like a million dollars if a pretty girl even smiles at him, Jimmy Garner doesn't have that problem. Sometimes I try to stand inline behind a pretty girl in the coffee shop and lean over and smell her hair.
He is one classy guy, look how he mugs the camera. Anyone would feel completely at ease chatting with him. Shooting the breeze with Jimmy Garner on the front porch swing, sipping iced tea and watching pretty girls walk their tiny rat-like dogs, a perfect afternoon.
Even as an old man he's still got it. I bet he dries a cool car, I'd love to drive a cool car, heck I'd love to drive period. Dang pesky DWIs.

I'm thinking of leaving.

When my sister gave me her old computer last Christmas, well darn it, it scared the heck out of me! I plugged it in and tinkered around, got my web service, borrowed a bunch of computer books from the library and like everything else I've ever learned I taught myself. It took my friend, Cassidy's passing to get me to jump into blogging. So six months out now and no friends or comments or passengers or whatnot I'm getting discouraged. Please tell me I haven't wasted my time. God bless.

Tim