The Mind of Spaz

I know I haven’t been around much lately.  And I’ve told that is a good thing. Let me explain.

To anyone who has been around this blog since the beginning (thank you, I can’t believe it, you are amazing), anyways, you’ve noticed my full attention hasn’t been paid to it lately. By lately I mean the last, say, 60 horrible posts.

I’ve gotten worse and worse.

Now, for some reason my father found my blog. Since I don’t put anything personal on it (like taking the poop yourself before a colonoscopy drink for no good reason) I haven’t minded.

I was having lunch with my old man last week. I’m his spawn, so we both dabble in mental retardation. Last weeks retardation was ordering hot and sour soup with a big bowl of extra hot sauce. We took turns adding more hot sauce, with the winner being the guy that didn’t make a hot spicy shart before getting home.

In between nose blows and tears of pure Jalapeno oil, he asked me if I was still going to write in that Spaz blog.

I told him no, I was doing other things, I didn’t have time.

He said “That’s good son, because your blog was getting lame. REALLY lame.”

I got called lame by a 60 year old accountant.

For that, I apologize everybody.

Also, I don’t want to abandon a PR3 website just cuz I’m lame. So I’m going to be taking this thing into a new direction. Whatever that direction might be. When I figure it out.

Cya’ll on the flipside of trying not to be so lame.

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