Thinking

A day in my life, one would need a year of therapy. I am telling you, from the time I wake up, until the time I go to bed, my head is spinning like a jack on the sidewalk of the ghetto. If one thing is for sure, I have no idea where I come up with what I say, or write. I know that when ya take a dude like me, make some coffee with Red Bull, not only do I get wings, I have ANTS all over me!
I'm shaking worse than the first time I took a Viagra just to see what it would do. And THAT'S another thing, they say if you experience an erection longer than 4 hours to seek medical attention. Well, damn straight I'm going to get attention, I'm going to tell every chick I know, if some are CNA, or CMA, what's the difference they wear scrubs. You talk about being happier than a flag on a flag pole, let me be the pole for 4 hours. Dang.
I guess in all actuality, I might be as confused as someone when you just start talking sign language to them and mumbling, midway through sentence. I know I am kinda out there, but hey, someone needs to play outfield, in this life of swings, and hands shaking worse than a whore in church, I should be pretty darn lucky I got spell check on this blog. Or if that damn arrow would keep flying all over the place like Peter Pan, well, sorry Peter, if I got hit in the peter with a pan, I'd probably fly too. But all in all, I'm going to take this opportunity to use my shaking hand, so here we go for some safe sex, the only safe part about it is yourself. Oh man, I won't be silly and wrap ole willy.