Bad Wayne, Bad.

I can't hide my disappointment. Brother Wayne was supposed to take over for me, but apparently he doesn't have what it takes to be a true smut peddlar. First he posts a sub-par picture of SexyTeenSandy, then he neglects his blog for almost ten days. What's going on there Wayner? I thought you were up to the task. I guess it's true what they say, if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself. So here we are.

In other news, it's Waynesday, which means I'm coming home tomorrow. It can't come soon enough for two reasons:
1) This is a 5 day weekend for me
2) I'm sick of working in 35 degree heat out in the sun with protective clothing, workboots, etc. It's not fun. I want a slurpee and I want to drink on the patio and watch beautiful women, none of which I can do in Ft. McMurray. I don't think that is too much to ask for. A slurpee, a patio, and some girls. If you can provide me with some or all of these things, we can be friends. If not, that's ok as long as you don't get in my way. I'm hoping that the apartment isn't a big mess, although I'm not optimistic. Plus my phone broke, I'm not pleased. Luckily I'm eligible for an upgrade, although I'll probably spend more than I want on some phone that I don't need. Do we really need to take pictures with phones? Isn't that what CAMERAS are for? I guess it's just nice to keep your options open. Anyway, I'm rambling, I see that now. Time to start packing for the arduous journey home.

Torch Passing

Now that Brother Wayne is back in Calgary where he belongs, he'll be able to surf the skinternet at his leisure and download as much as Newman lets him. Since several of my last blog entries have just been excuses for me to post saucy pictures of various babes for Wayne, I may have to cut back on my blogging.

Now before anyone gets excited, just know that I'm not leaving entirely. I just feel the need to find some balance in my life, and since MySpace has been taking up so much of my time, something has got to give. I'll still be able to keep you abreast of my goings on, however infrequent.

I guess this is my opportunity to pass the metaphorical torch on to Wayne. May he have as much enjoyment as I have bringing you the best in Hot Internet Girls. And what better woman to have as my final post than Jenna.

Tuesday update

Not much new to report. Working like a dog in Ft. McMoney. I can honestly say that I love the smell of extracting crude oil from tar sand, especially on a very hot day. It really lets you know you're alive. The "burger" I just had for dinner was exquisite, and the chocolate milk was like silk. Actually the chocolate milk was fine. Only two more wake-ups til it's home time for a few days. I've found myself getting addicted to MySpace. I spend quite a bit of time on it, although I suppose it's relatively harmless vice, especially compared with some. Ya I'm talking to you Frosty (you know who you are).

Anyway, I should probably log onto MySpace now. Maybe I have some new friends. Until next time.

Math goes out the window

As a responsible citizen, I feel it's important to discuss the important issues that we as a society face on a regular basis, no matter how controversial they may be. In this case, the discussion that I'm proposing is: How young is too young?

Now before you simply blurt out the standard minimum-age formula (Your age/2 + 7 years), stop and look at the picture. Does age really matter that much? I found her at a reputable site, where all such models are 18 and over. That's pretty much good enough for me. I think that the law should decide for me, how young is too young. That way, no matter what random number I come up with using that bullshit equation, my conscience is clear.

By the way, I DID notice that her name is Kelli Young. Coincidence? I think not.

On the bandwagon

For those of you who don't know, I'm the kind of person that likes to let other people think of things, and then steal their ideas. In this case, it's not really stealing, it's just copying. And if I decide to copy you, well, you should be flattered. I've recently jumped on the MySpace bandwagon, in the hopes that I can have another platform to spread my propaganda.

To my dismay, I've discovered that MySpace is much more particular about what kind of content they allow. Therefore I've decided that I will use this blog to continue to post whatever kind of pictures I want and use MySpace to present hit music to the masses. I'm like the white P. Diddy. You can call me C. Smiddy. Clever hey?

So, if I haven't already sent you an invite to be my friend, I'll be doing so soon. It won't take long since there are only about 3 people that read this blog. The link to MySpace is on the right, please feel free to check it out. I will be further customizing it as I go along. If you have any comments or suggestions, kindly keep them to yourself.

Cheers