Hello Little Ones!

Here is what my friend Dr. Scott E. Pants has been doing as of late:

Scotty went out to a Billings Dive Bar, got drunk, and re-invented himself for the evening.(advice  he whole-heartedly took from a feeble-minded friend who had meant something entirely different.)  The following is the tale of Dr. Pants, told, practically, in his own words...And I quote.

    "I had just gotten off work and so I went downtown to have a few.So I went to the (Name witheld for embarrassment purposes) Bar and proceeded to just get absolutely shitcanned.  This chick was singing karaoke and she had just did, I mean, a great job.  Absoulutely nailed it!  So when she was walking by, I was like, Man, you nailed that!  She thanked me and asked if I would like to come join her at her table.  Are you here alone?, she asked.  I told her Yeah, I just moved up here from California, I'm a land developer and I'm looking at a number of properties in the area(lLie).  She said cool and we had a bunch of drinks and then she wanted me to sing and I said I couldn't possibly...welll...ok and I went up and sang Pretty Woman and I just nailed it!  When I was done, the DJ was like, wow, great job, you really nailed that one!  And I said Well, I probably should...I AM Roy Orbison's Grandson(Big Fat Lie).  So tehn the DJ got on the mike, and was like, Laidies and Gentlemen, can I have your attention, we sorta got a celebrity in the house tonight!  Say hello to Roy Orbison's grandson!  After that, I got free drinks."

(Sigh)  I'm so proud of him.

Jimmy... How I've missed you so... Go get a pen and paper... ok... now... write down this date... February 17, 2006... You probably need to come to Casper for my party... I mean, wedding... Every party needs a Jimmy... and we need you.

Merry new year to you as well. I've missed you.

Jimmy Me Boy, glad to know you're still somewhere in this galaxy. When did you land? Beware of Andrea's party. She's hiring strippers and go go dancers in cowboy boots. Disgusting, isn't it?

Yim, I've updated MY Bravejournal blog too. Now you can go there and do pushups or something.

Also, tell Mr. Pants that although he's a recycling jaugernaut, he's an alright bald guy in my book.

Update this pig or be bacon like one.

Good to hear all is well in the frozen tundra of the north we all know as "Havre." Is that pronounced like Bret Favre?

One addiction for another. First, it was the internet you got hooked to. Now, it's silence. Don't worry, you'll get treatment soon enough, I'm sure.

I have enjoyed my visit to your journal, thanks for sharing.Feel free to stop by anytime, hope this finds you and yours well.