Magnum, P.P.

Uncle Benny at the wheel. – Thanks, Bob B. for the picture.

Have you ever consumed a half bottle of Crown Royal while typing your blog?

Me neither.

I found a picture of my high school girlfriend mentioned in yesterday’s post.  She’s a news anchor somewhere in the country.  Yes, I know the city and TV station, but I won’t reveal the specifics in order to protect her privacy.  I actually spoke with her a couple of years ago.  She remembered every detail of that night, and probably hasn’t had a run-in with the law since. 

If you can’t see the sidebar on the right side of this page, hit your refresh button.  I’m tired of f***ing with it. 

I got into a little Christmas spirit by watching part of South Park’s Mr. Hankey, the Christmas Poo.

Speaking of Christmas, I’ve always wanted a mistletoe belt buckle.

I heard a story about a recent study in India that revealed the size of normal condoms is too large for men in that country.  German researchers found similar results in 2003.  Daddy wears Magnums.  However, I’m such a selfish lover; I turn the ribbed ones inside out.

Still single.

Benny