Who is Hulk?

Antonius go out tonight. Antonius Game. Antonius have fun man talk with other Hulk Smash men. Men talk about smut. Smut Smut Smut Smut. Antonius Hulk watch thrasymachos put Pastrami Cheeseburger down throat. thrasymachos SMASH PASTRAMI!

We go geek. Talk movies. Talk horror. Talk shit about each other. Dr. Doom talk ghetto talk. SMASH GHETTO!!!

Antonius finish game and go try visit Underground to see if people getting drunk. Hulk should go home and sleep, but Antonius Hulk now not thinking with full Hulk sense.

Call pussycatmeow's phone. zeppelinangel answers. Everyone else still at club. Drunk as happy. I go pick up.

Drive drive drive.

Get there and all spilling out. G, Clifton, and a bunch of folks are getting their mack/grove/post hulk drink on. lorienbiznitch, and her boy europopkid are there. So is Natalie girl. Natalie Hug Hulk. So too Glen and Rena, and Anna. Anna give Antonius Hulk shit for being gaming geek. Okay, used to it. Anna still hug Antonius. ANTONIUS SMASH STEREOTYPE! Anna smell good. Hulk must steal good smell girl. HULK SNIFF like creepy bastard!!!! SNIFF!!!

Hulk drive Sundress home. We talk. Talk talk talk. She stumble out home. G somewhere getting her mack on some boy.

Hulk drive. Hulk get gas, get chocolate. HULK SMASH CHOCOLATE!!!

Hulk go home. Hulk want smash other car. Assholes on Hulk freeway at 3:30am. HULK SMASH!

Antonius Hulk dumb ass up talking all night online and writing and reading. At least Hulk good talk with tregordo.

Hulk sleep now, but first, Hulk find out who hell Hulk random is:

You are Juan Moreno!!


Which Completely Random Person Are You!!
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HULK NO UNDERSTAND?!?! Hulk thank beatlebumm for quiz, but HULK NO UNDERSTAND!?!?? ANTONIUS SMASH!!!

Hulk, can you hear me?
Hulk, can you see me?
Hulk, can you touch me?
Hulk, can you feel me?

Hulking to you, I hear the music
Hulking to you, I hear the beat
Hulking to you, I hear the story
Hulk get excitement at Hulk feet

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The world always seems clearer after a good hearty round of sleep, and a morning/early afternoon of laughter.

I spent the most of the late morning (I'd stayed up until the EARLY morning) sleeping, only to be awaken by my mom asking me to move the car. They go out to party, AGAIN (you'd think that they'd stay home and save some cash after just bying a car) out at the Indian Reservation. Yay, Indian Casino Gambling. It's doing good for California, and my family is single handedly trying to bring us out of recession.

For some reason I woke up happy. Light, and airy, and happy. And it's good. I woke up with a happy dream of beating up bullies, and kissing the pretty girls, and winning the Lottery. I only wish I'd been able to remember the numbers--damn!

I have begun the strange task of re-cleaning my room again, and doing LAUNDRY! Becaus, you know, clean draw'es is im-po-tant, yo. Gotta keep 'em clean for the beeyatches, word. (Man, that's just too painful to try. I'll keep on with the Nerdspeak, thank you very...)

Watched some of the Bringing Down The House DVD today, too. I forgot how fuckin' hilarious that movie is. If nothing else but for the fight scene, and Betty White screaming out "Mandingo!" Yeah. Fuckin' FUNNY. See it if you haven't. It isn't a Bulworth rip off, and there is much, much more to it than the "Steve Martin Being 'black' but he's painfully white" scene. In fact that's not even the funniest part of the picture. Watch, and you'll understand. Watch it with my grandmother, and you'll pee yourself.

It's such a lovely feeling to check your friendster stuff and see nice new people who you know and love, and didn't know had signed up to drink the Kool Aid are there. Yay ladybird97 and thrasymachos. Yapple dapple, Squiggly poo!

Right, it's off to the races this afternoon, fun filled with cleaning goodliness, random acts of showering, and loud loud loud music. Then perhaps I shall find something to do tonight...perhaps a party? Perhaps a new disco? Perhaps some of both? Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.

[song cue!]
If you can't make your mind up
we'll never get started!
And I don't wanna wind up
feeling parted
and broken hearted!
So if you really love me,
say yes!
And if you don't please,
confess!
And don't answer:
"Perhaps. Perhaps. Perhaps."
[end music cue]

Thank you, Cake for that wonderful rendition of that wonderful 1950's classic.

Right. It's off to never never land and straight on until morning! (and if you think I'm making an allusion, you're nuts...I don't stop until morning...you put your right foot in and you shake it all about, you do the hokey pokey and you turn yourself around, that's what it's all about.)