Ha Ha Business! That's for you Brian...

Oh man...so pressure from my friends and family has mounted and I'm doing another blog post.
This is the blog post by the way. It started right up there.

Well, I hope you can tell unless me not blogging for a while has affected your collective mental capacity to know what things are. Hey, don't wipe your ass with that shard of glass, and that girl you're looking at who you think might be a seven, might also be a thirty year old...dude. So I dunno why the blog has been running so slow. Well, actually I do know, but I wanna spew out some random things before I get to the climax of this post.

This climax will be disappointing...trust me. Also, feel free to insert any jokes you'd like to in there. I don't mind really. I'll give you a moment.

Okay, so you good now? Now I'll tell you some lame things. Like that I went from drinking "real beer", you know, the beer that comes in bottles, to stuff like Bud Light, Miller Lite (Kelly, that one's your fault.), and of course my personal local favorite, Natty Boh (Which I drink in excess with my Matty Boh.). Sure, it tastes like liquid garbage, but it's a Brotherhood thing, and you wouldn't understand.

I like whiskey. I also like how this is seeming to take a turn towards the "Is Sam an alcoholic?" question. Which if it is, I'll tell you a story.

My friend Anthony once told me "You'll be a non-functioning alcoholic by the age of 24.". I dunno how old I was when this happened, but in my head I was probably like, seventeen, sober as a priest (Which after knowing the priest I know and partying with him, that statement doesn't mean much. According to that, it means I was sober enough...to not drive. Cuz I woulda crashed the car and died.). Wait, is "sober as a priest" even a saying? I guess a Google search could clear all that up...but the internet search bar thing is all the way up there. So screw it. It's a saying now.

But for the record, I'm not an alcoholic. But I also have three years to get on that so we'll see.
What else. Well, I'm sitting at my desk. Which I moved a few feet from where it used to be in my room. Now get your socks ready, cuz I'm about to knock them off...I also moved my bed over towards the center of the room.

I'll give you a moment to retrieve your socks.

That's really it as far as room re-arrangement. I know that was an exciting bulletin.

Now where to go to next in this Orange Crush fueled rant....I know. Stop bitching about Facebook changing. Seriously, if it really bothers you that much quit it right away. If you're my age, you grew up with computers. We know how to work them pretty well by now, it takes what, like a minute to see "Oh, there's my news feed thing. And my photos. And the photos of that hot girl...oh my God. Look at her...she's so hot." As long as you can still creep someone on Facebook even a little bit, we're all gonna stay on it.

Ugh. So here comes the climax, are you excited? No. I'm not really feeling it either. I wrote all this in HTML format. That's not the climax, but it had to be done. It's amazing I remember any of it cuz the whole time I took it I was high on pain killers, right Anthony? Right. But I need your ideas! Please people, you all know me, you know what I like and that I love writing this blog. It's killed me, but I've had no ideas. I've tried for some, and I have a few scraps ready to go for after this but please, I'll leave my contact information below...come at me with stuff damnit!

Facebook - SamWowCarroll
Twitter - @therealSamWow
E-Mail - samcarroll9@gmail.com
Phone - 867-5309
Carroll Out...for now.

Technical Issues...

Hey all, I have a few new blog posts ready to go but for some reason Blogger is being gay and not letting me put spaces in between paragraphs. So for now, you get this crappy shit that has no paragraphs in it. Anyways, I'm gonna go see Moneyball till they fix this.