The Ballad of Mister Lake

Recently I went to TGI Friday's with Darrell and Kenny.

It was a Geocacher's meet-up type thing and the three of us were talking amongst ourselves and Kenny announced, "I have to pee. I'll be back" at which point he... ya know... Went to go take a piss.

So Darrell and I are talking for no more than like two minutes when Kenny comes back, looking almost angry and he's like "Hey we have to leave soon..." which we knew as it was getting late and Darrell and I had to work that night. But we asked him why to see if it was a statement of simple fact or if something brought him to this conclusion.

Then Kenny went on to tell us that as he walked in the bathroom, one guy in there was like "Wait... Am I in the right bathroom?" and before Kenny could fully assure him that he was, another guy came in asking an incredibly similar question about the correct gender of this particular restroom.

Kenny, apparently embarrassed, left the bathroom without releasing his liquid troubles. Now I have no idea of what other people consider to be 'funny' but I thought people would think that whole bit to be at least mildly funny although embarrassing to Kenny... So I told him I was gonna post about it.

Unfortunately he isn't very embarrassed by it which sucks. He just thinks its funny.

But that, friends, is the ballad of Mister Lake... Only it isn't musical in the least.

Also, make a note that this is the first post that I remember in which I don't curse. Fuck yeah!

-=The Prynce

Ron Jon's

I temporarily take back most of the bad stuff I've ever had to say about Ron Jon's Delivery here in Myrtle Beach. Not because they give good discounts to hotels or anything or their food is good but because they were open! HAHA!

-=The Prynce

Sharpie.

I wanna meet Don Rickles.

That is all.

-=The Prynce

Run-Around Sue

Joggers and runners should be disallowed to run and/or jog until the sun itself is at least peeking over the horizon.

Every so often I look out of the window here in the lobby and I see a small woman or not-so-small woman running/jogging by and they aren't always dressed as you'd think a jogger/runner would be dressed and all I see is someone running by in the dark on a less busy end of Ocean Blvd. (and crime goes up this time of the year) and I'm like "Holy shit! Should I go see what's wrong or call the cops?!" only to realize a few seconds later that she's fucking jogging or running for exercise purposes.
I'm thinking there's a fucker behind her with a knife and some anal lube looking for some free sodomy and she's just being healthy... Fucking people.

So if not for your own safety than at least for that shred of fucking sanity it could save me, DO NOT FUCKING RUN OR JOB BEFORE THE SUN COMES UP!

-=The Prynce

Panky... Minus the Hanky

After a brief discussion with Darrell just a few minutes ago, we both realized that we know way too much about 'Saved By the Bell' to be healthy.

I'm tired and no one is shocked.

Last Monday night didn't go at all as I said was planned but it was cool still.
Carissa and I went and saw 'The Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning' and it wasn't too bad. It was better than the first remake but the original is still the best.
Then we met Brenna (my boss) and Darrell at Island Sports Bar which I think is technically in Murrells Inlet and it sucked a little cock. Ok so it wasn't terrible but it wasn't that great either. I had a nice glass of Yuengling before we left but we left before kick-off even.
Then we went to Spencerz in Surfside and it was much better. The food was good and after an additional and large amount of more Yuengling, I was feeling pretty nice. Carissa and I shared a couple of pitchers and Brenna took care of some light American beer by herself (I know Yuengling is American but it doesn't taste like it, lol)
The game was incredibly boring and we all left at or just after half-time... Darrell was the only fully sober one.
Brenna fuckin' killed me when she was drunk. She's loud and funny.
So when we were leaving Carissa wanted me to go stay at her place but I had to do laundry (which I ended up not doing) so we went back to my apartment and hung out and stuff...

But apart from that my week has been all together uneventful.

As I sit here presently and think about it, I can only think of one good source for news on the Internet...
That's The Onion.
Even if you don't give a damn about news, current events, etc. you will be pleased if you check out that site. Trust me.

Once again, just as I'm finding myself getting in a writing rhythm (or something somewhat similar) I have to get ready to change shifts so... Check back later. One day I'll post something that matters.

-=The Prynce

Patrick Duffy is his other leg...

I'm sitting here at work in the middle (or actually the end) of the fall Harley rally and its incredibly calm. I mean, it just started raining and lightning and shit but before that, even, this end of the beach was dead. Which isn't all that bad, really.

So for now I'm sitting here watching 'Saving Private Ryan' and not being interrupted which is a bit of tits.

Today was another day... Nothing too special I guess. I got off of work this morning and didn't have to walk, bike, or call a cab 'cause earlier in the night, a drunken Carissa didn't think it safe to drive home so she just crashed at my apartment and in the morning she gave me a ride home so that was kinda bitchin'.

Speaking of Carissa, I recently had someone tell me it was 'disgusting' that I, being only 21 (about a month shy of 22) was hanging out with a woman that was 26 (and is only a few months into her 26th year). Apparently she thinks its creepy that a woman would be into a younger guy
People can have their opinions... That's fine. But the person in question is an 18 year old girl dating a 31 year old guy. That's nearly pedophilia and I get flamed for HANGING OUT with someone under 5 years my senior?
People are stupid.

But anywho, I'm kinda anxious about Monday. Its so close and its my first day off in a series of two and it seems like I was just off. Not sure what I'm gonna be doing that day, though. Odds are I'll get to bed early, get ready early, go to a movie or something with Carissa, hang out with my son (though its unlikely we'd take him to a movie, lol) then when he goes home I'll likely get a wee bit drunk with Miss C and watch as much of Raw's Homecoming special as possible and then do my laundry in the super early morning hours. Sort of simple but it should be a good day.

As for tomorrow though I'll just be going to bed soon after I get off of work and get up around 1 to watch the Panthers hopefully smash the Browns and I'm undecided on if I'm gonna stay up to see the Cowboys at the Eagles. It could be a bitch for me. See, I hate the Cowboys and I'm not fond of Bill Parcels but I love T.O. And on top of that, I'm an Eagles fan and I love Donavon McNabb. But maybe I'll catch at least a bit of it.

K I kinda feel like a dick right now. I haven't eaten tonight so I went in back to pop some popcorn and as I was sitting here typing I hear something like a crackling sound and I'm like "What the fuck?" Then I think maybe there was a power surge on the phone system or something and I'm about to freak the fuck out to find out what was going on only to remember I was popping fucking popcorn.
Not a very entertaining story, I'm sure... But bite me.

Anywho, I kinda forgot what I was intending to blog about so I'm gonna shut up and fuck off now. I gotta eat my popcorn and drink my dee-licious grape Faygo and watch 'Saving Private Ryan'.

I may post again tonight if I get bored enough and/or think of what I wanted to post about originally.

-=The Prynce

Droopy Dong.

Soo... I'm at work and super-bored again. But I'm about to be getting off so... yay.

Its kinda funny because in the past week or so I've actually had a few people say that they love the way I word things and shit but when it comes down to consciously doing it, I can't do it anymore.
I used to write poetry, little stories, etc. but as of late it doesn't come out when I need it to for venting purposes or what-ever. It sucks a bit.

Maybe I recently was stricken with retardation or something... Well, not recently, but over the past few years. I mean, I hardly write anything at all anymore. And the few things I do write are kept totally to myself because I was a bit coy about my writings even when I thought they were good in the past so now it's like... Nope.

But its time for me to get off of work so... Fuck you guys.

-=The Prynce

Teepled.

I'm incredibly bored.

I'm at work and its been a pretty slow night... I've seen slower but for some reason boredom is kicking my ass far earlier in the night. It's already after 6 AM but I'm miserable! I've been finished with everything that I can possibly do for almost an hour and now I'm like, what the fuck... I should blog.

I was watching 'Bloodsport: ECW's Most Violent Matches' earlier and it hit me that I know someone who's dating a guy who looks like Bill Alfonzo with light hair.

I'm a little bored...

Football this afternoon may kick a little ass. I'm kinda hoping to see a few ruptured spleens on the Saints' roster after today. =)

My old high school was a black hole of talent. If you're from the area and cared at all about high school sports in your day, odds are you can name a player or two that's been on some sports roster in the past decade or two.
When people come to check in at the hotel I work at and they ask where I'm from and I tell them, they're like "Oh man Dillon High keeps a good football team" which is true. But its like everyone who has a chance loses it.
Stan 'The Man' Manning was a huge star in the mid-early 90's and could have gone to nearly any college he wanted and almost certainly could have gone to the NFL in time but last I heard of him, he was working at the Waffle House in Dillon, SC.
But that's far from the end of it all. But I'm running low on time. I'll probably revisit this topic in the upcoming days.

I thought I had more time but I kinda don't. It's almost time for me to leave. Yay!

Check back tomorrow...

-=The Prynce

Ya 'Gon Git It

I feel nice.

I got up early today and got ready and my parents and I went to Dixie Stampede. They're in town until Sunday.
It was cool, though. More fun than I expected. And my son went with us which was tits.

I have a ton of energy but I looked in the mirror and I look totally pale like I should be sick. I've hardly eaten lately 'cause I've simply had no appetite so that'd be why I feel like I'm so pale but I feel kinda great lately.

I sorta love the t-shirt I'm wearing now. I bought it along with a Tool shirt and a wrist band that has Peter Griffin in a Che Guevara get-up. But its a John Lennon shirt with his face superimposed on the American flag and a peace sign in the blue field in place of the stars with "LENNON" at the bottom and "Give Peace a Chance" on the back. Maybe its who and what it all represents that gets me off so but I really am loving this shirt.

On a similar topic, I gotta do laundry. Or show up to work in my Bruce Lee boxers (which I'm also wearing. They're cooler than three types of hell, too).

I keep forgetting that I almost dwarf a lot of people until I go in public. Or I'm around old people.

My ventriloquist dummy says "Hello"...

Ha! That makes me think of Emo Phillips when he said "My brother says 'hello'... So... Hoorayy for speech therapy..."

Speaking of quotes, Shakespeare said something that just recently hit me as fucking amazing. "Above all things, to thine own self be true."
If you aren't true to your self and you're not being yourself and you compromise your true self for any reason you're begging for disaster and you'll get it. Don't try to be something or someone you aren't to impress someone 'cause odds are you'd impress them anyway.

If you trailer trash, be trailer trash. There's other trailer trash out there that'll be up for you as your true-to-form trailer trash self. And there may be someone else who's into trailer trash and you could be in to what-ever it is that they are but you want to make them think that you aren't trailer trash though them thinking that was what originally made them want you and when you pretend to be something else, they loose interest and will be a bit jaded with you for being fake which is worse than trailer trash.
Now I'm not saying be a piece of shit and be proud of it but if you are a piece of shit then be a piece of shit. No need to flaunt it, just be it.

So now that I've told everyone to be trash (or something like that... I'm sure someone out there will take it like that), I'm gonna go do some stuff before I get off of work so... Ya know... Bye, bitches. I'll likely post tomorrow. Check back...

-=The Prynce

No One to Trust-- No One to Trust!

I'm tapped. I've had no sleep.

Thursday I got up pretty early to go to Barefoot Landing with Darrell and Kenny. And I bought a bitchin' ventriloquist dummy but more on that later.

But then I went to work and thought I was gonna die. I felt like shit and was tired as hell...
So I got off of work and went home and ate some Popsicles. Then I went ahead and took like a ten minute nap (which wasn't easy with Carol Burnett and Rainn Wilson on Meagan Mullally).
But after my super short nap I took like a half-shower which means I did all but wash my hair. Then I got ready all that I had to and just about right after I was done, Kenny and Mallory (the prettiest woman in all of Poly land) got there and we went out to eat and then to a movie, etc... Very fun day and all, really.
But back to the topic at hand, I got home around 5:30PM and went to bed but I can never go to sleep right away so I didn't until like 5:55 at which point my ex brought my son over (knowing that I can never get him that early on Fridays and she didn't even call) and I wasn't able to hang out with him at all which sucked a lot and hurt like hell because he was crying and pointing in my room.
At any rate, I finally got back to sleep and set my alarm for like 7:26PM so I could get in the shower but I hit snooze of course and ended up shutting my clock off making me oversleep an hour which means that I'd be no less than an hour late at my normal rate.

But after falling asleep in the shower, I biked like a bat out of hell to work in about 4 minutes.. Fuckin' aye! But I was still like 15 minutes late... Shit!

So now I'm sitting here doing shit online like surveys and this blog post to keep myself awake 'cause I'm about to be out. I'm like an unstable crack addict when I'm very sleep deprived.

I'm kinda proud of something... Mallory made Darrell and I leave the Sprint Store when she was in there today 'cause we were embarrassing her... Now to those of you who don't know Mallory, you don't get it... But if you do, you'll know what an accomplishment it is! So I was proud...
And I was about to go in with my dummy and Kenny intercepted me at the door so I gave in.
But people were laughing at Darrell and I in the parking lot... Playing with the dummy and all.

My dummy is the pooples. That's him in the picture all chilled and shit... He's smoking a cigarette and looking at a Crazy Horse thingy... He was kinda horny 'cause Cortney just breast fed him.
That's the lower half of the lovely Cortney you see beside him... Something about the plastic appendages does it for her apparently.

But Kenny is also in love with my dummy. He gets a little excited when he sings to him and pulls his hair while he's driving.
Kenny's a pervert and all around a bad person. I mean, really... Jeeze! lol.

Meat Loaf kicks ass.
The singer, I mean. Not the mushed up beef dish... Ewww...

Its kinda fucked up but since I've been living alone and single, I've been seeming to attract more and more hotties and its kinda freaking me out. It kinda sucks when everyone things I'm fucking every person that I either talk to or that shows interest in me but other than that it just kinda tweaks me a bit...
Plus I'm only fuckin' some of them. I'm not a whore. Jesus! lol

Yeah, so, I'm sitting here eating a big bowl of Ramen noodles, drinking a Faygo cola, and taking Mini-Thins like they were Tic-Tacs. I'm feeling delightfully (or something) like a typical single guy living alone.

What the hell is with this new Blogger Beta bit? I finally got the offer to convert my account and I did but I have no clue what it is. I mean, it seems a bit different but does anyone have details on the differences 'under the hood' or involving features?

And while I'm asking questions, does anyone know if PGP is still available in a free home version? Brotha's gotta encrypt shit...

Yeah and I'm so bringing back my old website only it's at ThePrynce.Net this time and I'm starting from scratch.
So if anyone has some tips on what I should do with the hacking/Internet underground and security sections let me know. I've been off the scene for a few years and shit's changed.

George Jones is kinda tits.

I made another silly stop-motion movie a few days ago. I'll post a link to it when I get it online. But to see my other movies online, click here to see them on YouTube (where I have been granted a director's account for Tee Hee Dumbass Productoins)... My two other stop motions aren't on there just now but I'll get 'em up there soon.

Ha! Its raining out and I biked to work. How fuckin' lovely?

My boss is fuckin' HOT! But most of you already know that...

Ok well I'm drawing a blank now on things to talk about to keep me awake so I'm gonna end this post and hope the Mini-Thins kick in soon...

Bye, bitches.

-=The Prynce