I have a fake job; therefore I blog

Well, I figure since I've been a "blogger" on this "blog" for "about" 3 years or something "like" that, I should maybe actually try "blogging." Plus, this gives me another outlet for complaining about shit that pisses me off, which is good because usually I just go home after work and bitch to my stuffed teddy bear.

Teddy has recently taught himself English so that he can tell me to "shud the fug up" (he's still working on his articulation; I think it's adorable), so I thought I'd give him a rest.

Before I begin bitching, though, I thought I'd share a headline I came across on cnn.com:

'Hazard's' Cooter: I was out of control

Seriously. Best headline about a former star's crippling addiction EVER. Plus, the story generated a classic quote from the old Cooter, about life after kicking the drink...in the cooter.

"A year later," he said, "I walked into an audition and was cast in what was to become one of the greatest television shows in the history of entertainment."

He, of course, is referring to "Dukes of Hazzard." No, really.

So, yeah. I know I started this post out saying some shit about complaining (and a talking teddy bear, as I recall), but typing the word "cooter" so many times put me in a good mood. I guess I'll bitch in my next post, which will probably come the next time I see an insignia for the New York Metropolitans.

Peace, love, and shotgun shellz,

Berbs