Evel's blog

To Whom It May Concern:

Dear Wendy's:

If you are going to jump all over me the second I pull up to the speaker, then back the fuckin' menu up a couple feet so I can figure out what I want. And tell that retard you have working the other end, that when I say 'give me a sec' I do not mean that literally.

Kisses,

Evel

Dear Steven Segal:

If the girl on the floor has a bullet hole between her eyes. You can skip the whole 'checking of the pulse' part of the program.

Oh and if you are in the middle of suburbia and the cop chick you are with gets shot. You take her to the fucking hospital, Moron. You don't throw her on the fucking table, jam a bottle of tequila down her throat and dig out the bullet with a kitchen knife.

Who raised you?

Evel

From the people over at Daily Blog Tips.

I am thinking this might be interesting. I am starting to get bored, as I am sure my readers are, (both of them) with my blog. Maybe with The Boy gone, I have lost all fodder for the blog.

Also, working at home, I don't get to interact with as many crayons as usual. I need to get out more.

I might keep my eye on this competition. Hell, I might even sign up.