Curly Frys

After that first night of blogging it seems as though all of my blogging motivation has worn off. Although I feel the need to write another epic blog like last night I don't know if I can translate the fluid awesomeness floating around in my brain into writing.

Maybe a lesser man would have called it a night and headed to bed. Honestly, I would really love to do that, but instead I will write something for my loyal blog readers.

I know that many many people come to this site several times daily to attempt to grab onto some shred of meaning in their lives. But I have discovered an astounding trend. Of all of these people none have ever seemed to leave a comment on my thought provoking and witty blogs. In order to jump start my comment flow, I am going to start a contest. The first person to leave a comment on on of my blogs will receive a personally signed one dollar bill.

Alright, but now after awkwardly trying to conceive paragraph after paragraph and eating an unhealthy amount of beef jerky, I think I'm ready to head to bed. But before I do that I will leave you with a short story.

Last night me and my friends Thomas and Shane (who will be referred to as Samoht and Ed respectively in order to maintain their privacy) were sitting in Samoht's truck. After we had braved an attack of curly fries from another truck, Samoht tried to get all of the curly fries off of his windshield using his windshield wipers. After several attempts one, lone, curly fry remained locked on to one of the wiper blades. Getting angrier and angrier at the clingy curly fry Samoht started turning his windshield wipers on and off faster and faster trying unsucsessfully to break the grasp of the fry. Finnally Ed piped up from the back; “Dude, it’s a curly fry. You have no chance.”