A wise man once said, “I don’t wanna go to school / I don’t wanna go to school / I haven’t done my work / I haven’t done my work.” I guess that sounds right.
I have a really good idea for a story about a bird but I can’t say what it is. The last time I had a good idea about cordyceps growing on people I told too many jerks about it and someone for whom it is possible to publish stories stole it and published it because he knows that publishers have boycotted me. I’m not sure how he found out about it, probably the CIA. Anyway I’m not telling anyone else about anything I write until it’s in a book. Trade secrets.
I don’t have anything to update about, I just noticed that my last thirty posts were all some kind of list so I figured I’d say something. I’m in a fake band called James Fecundler & the Army Bundlers. In a live show we put a contact microphone inside of a loaf of bread and cut it to evoke fear and dread. I’m James Fecundler.
I don’t know how to make more people come to my website, so I guess I’ll put a bunch of pictures on it because I’ve accepted that people hate reading and hate me and would rather masturbate to pictures of ghosts than read one word I've written concerning the same:
Ghosts are circled in red:
This photograph was taken in the Romanian town of Ploiesti in 2011.
This one was too.
I took all of these photographs last night with a telephoto lens.
So there, I put all the ghost pictures you were whining at me about up. I caved in to your constant attacks, I feel your bleeding claws in my back. I’m just kidding. Nobody asked for ghosts. Anyway the Daily Doofus disdains pornography of all kinds unless it’s a ghost.
If you spell the letter ‘W’ with a ‘D’ like I do, the name of my website spelled out has seven D’s in a row and then a C unfortunately:
1. Double-Ewe
2. Double-Ewe
3. Double-Ewe
4. Dot
5. Daily
6. Doofus
7. Dot
8. Com
Tomorrow I am going to ask the German People if they want to host my website, so the eight D's will be mine.
Come back so soon