2002-01-04 - 12:20 a.m.
The first entry of the New Year! Unless I wrote something earlier and I forgot about it. I am too lazy to check, so let me be the first to wish you and yours a very happy, and merry 2003. HA! Didn't expect that, did ya?
I win!
One of my regular readers, that I like to call, "The Army of Scott," hopes that I return to my roots and write more about what garnered all my fame in the first place, namely nuns. Tell the truth, I haven't seen any of the buggers recently. Perhaps they are all off dancing on the head of a pin, or something but they as heck aren't showing me their undies and dancing a jig for me.
I did recently see an unleashed, unsupervised, wiener dog walking around on the streets of Manhattan wearing a sweater. I thought that was a little odd, a little too odd. So I followed the dog until I got distracted by a butterfly and fell into a manhole.
I just typed manhole. That must be one of the dirtiest sounding non-offensive words in the English language, followed closely by tit-mouse and Balzac.
Nun pudding. That sounds naughty, but I don't think it is actually a phrase.
