Balls Of Wisdom

For Those Who Believe, No Xplination Is Necessary.

For Those Who Don't, No Xplination Will Surfice.

My P-Ness Is For Realz.


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4 Balls. NO Strikes. Walk.

I Always Feel Better.

Because I Am Better.

In Fact, I Am Thee Best.



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Welcome To My Balls, you Filthy Animals.

I Talk To Myself All The Time. It's Great Conversation With Someone I Actually Like.


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Become A Bowler?...I Thought you Said "Become A BALLSer"!!!!

"Here's To The Druggiest, Most Cheatingest, Der Xos Team Ever!!!!!" And Even Better, We Told you We Could Do It Without The CP, Thanks For Telling Us How, High School, College, And "the state" And Thanks For Supporting Our Decision Der Xos Organization. We Let The Inmates Run The Asylum Here, Just Like High School, College, And "the state"!!!. Actually, No Matter Where He Goes, We Always Let The Inmates Runs The Asylum When It Come To Decisions Affecting The CP".

"Oh And By The Way, Someone Get That Red Sock And Throw It In The Garbage. I Don't Want Anyone To Ever Test That For Marker...Opps....I Mean Blood."YAY!!!"



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When In Doubt...Ask My Balls.

To Answer Both Of your Questions....

Because I Can Have you Killed Any Time I Want.

And,

Hardly Working.


This Has Been Another Moment....With My Balls.

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MY 100th BLOG POST!!!!

Balls? Check.

Just Remember:

you're Not The Only Show In Town. I AM THE ONLY SHOW IN TOWN.


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If My Balls Fell In The Forest, They Most Definately Would Make A Sound.

All "Growing Up" Means Is Selling-Out On The Person you Used To Be.

And That's Exactly What The People Telling you To "Grow Up" Want you To Do.

I Don't Intend On Selling-Out On Anything.


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My Balls Are Crunchier And Have Better Texture. Ask My Date.

Cereal Has Really Gone Down Hill. Instead Of Wasting Our Time On Wars, Disease, Poverty, And Weather Disasters, Let's All Take A Moment To Focus On A Severely Neglected Problem In Our Society...The Grossly Neglected Quality Of Our Cereals.

There Are Few Things Worse Than Opening Up A Fresh Box Of Cereal, That you Remember Enjoying As A Kid (Or Still Are A Kid And Are Attempting To Enjoy your Cereal, But Then Become Disenfranchised And Have To Write About It In your Blog.), Grabbing The Milk you Chilled At Just The Right Temperature, Pouring your Cereal Into The Bowl, Dowsing It In Just Enough Of That Cow Juice, Digging In With your Spoon, Bringing It Up To your Grill, Chomping Down On What you Believe To Be That Same Succulent Treat you Remember From Years Gone By, And Having That Cereal Melt Away Like The Winter Snow Or Dissolve Into A Puff Of Dust In your Mouth.

you Gotta Be F*cking Kidding Me. Cereal Too?

How Can We Expect To Improve The Quality Of Our Country, When We Can't Even Improve The Quality Of Our Cereal. Just As Society Has Gone Down Hill So Has Our Cereal. Only When We Can Improve The Quality Of Our Cereal, Can We Have Any Hope Of Improving Ourselves (Well, yourselves) As People.

This Economy Sucks.

you Can't Censor....These Balls.

Lucky? Here's What you're Lucky About. Don't Like What I Wear? you're Lucky I Wear Clothes At All. you're Lucky I Don't Walk Around your Cities, And Towns, And Villages With My D*ck Out Pissing All Over The Street And your Cars And your Pets And Everything Else I See When I Walk By. you're Lucky I Wear Anything At All When I Walk Into A Meeting. you're Lucky I Don't Just Come In Pissing On your Walls, And Receptionists, And All Over you. you're Lucky I Wear Anything At All...Because I Don't Have To.  you're Lucky.

And If you Have Difficulty Understanding That, Then Just Consider It A Break.


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