One: Fuck blogger.  I am abandoning that site in favor of WordPress/MySpace redundancy.  Please enjoy.  Remember, you can subscribe to my blog and get the updates directly in your inbox by clicking the link on the WordPress site.

Two: I fucking hate, HATE, bitter tasting things.

Three: I want to be the new new host of the Price is Right.   I would replace the pussy-ass Drew Carrey.  I heard he got injured before any new episodes even aired.  Oh hell no.  I’d change that shit up.  Get rid of the blue hairs and bring on full combat commerce battle.  I’d make fun of people all the time.

“Scrib, I think that can of beans costs $18.”

“What fucking country do you live in?  This ain’t Kosovo.  Get the fuck off my stage before I cram this can of beans up your poop hole.  And get me one of those Barker’s Beauties I have been hearing all about.”

Or if some ugly ass person tries to hug me out of pure excitement I’d cock my my hand back for an almighty pimp slap.  I’d have prostitutes on the show from around the world and you’d have to guess how much.  If you were wrong then you had to have sex with them and catch any crotch disease they had.  The beauty is that the audience would know before hand who had what disease so the could cringe when you got the answer wrong.  Though they would cringe less for the clap than they would for Hepatitis.  I’d call that game “Ho sale”.

The final match would involve purchasing weapons from a couple different countries.  You get to view a country such as Lebanon and all the information necessary to make an informed decision on whether or not you should buy weapons from them.  The first person then has the option to pass.  Though the next country could be New Zealand and then you would be fucked.  The person who goes to Lebanon will be able to purchase some bad ass weapons and then they will fight you fora box of golden Cheerios.

Also, I’d be naked the whole fucking time.  Who knows what sort of entertainment could happen depending on who hugs me.