tonight at scott's house dennis montgomery will do and say (guilty about thedog pt 1)

sorry i haven't been around to see my kid, bro! thanks for taking care of him, bro! the encyclopedia business is really hard but i think i might have just made my first sale of the year. if the check doesn't clear i will kill myself. hey. as a matter of fact, i don't remeber seeing a set on your shelf. so when i stop by to see the kid and act like i care about him and be a bit obsequious in thanking you for taking care of him and mentioning by the by my wife just left me again and my father has aids, i will try to get you to buy a set. and i will promise to take the dog back, ask you if you want a beer and then slip out the back door and smoke some ice at the schoolyard across the street and masturbate until i bleed.

six-four-three

greetings. we all know why we are here. I received a phone call late last night from Billy Benae, who wanted me to pass on thanks to scott for being at the game last night. He had been a bit worried because every game scott had attended this season had resulted in a loss for choakland (all hail kirk gibson) and he was joyous the streak was broken last night. I said to billy maybe it was becuase scott went with a certain young lady and their sitting next to each other had led to alertness and quick bats but he had already hung up. So scott, billy beane thanks you for going with jules.

Me and cheap guy down by the schoolyard

i saw scott peterson (the nice one) last night at his house. beer and basketball and baseball and pizza and comments and observations and fuck i just remebered that i got drunk and promised that i would recount the first time i met him and how he made me cry. crack the knuckles, i have purpose. it was in the halcyon (i knew that) first months maybe march days of2003, at the residence of whom i will refer to here as smooches the baboon, a woman i was infatuatated with for the third time. being that it was the third time, i was trying my best to impress her with feets of strength (couldn't think of a way to finish the pun joke...add it if you can do better) and outstanding manners and irresistible handsomness and humblness. we were still quite awakward around each other, s. glass and s. baboon. Anyways, s. baboon and her roommates were having a party where their friends came over. i proceeded to get drunk and am sure i did not eat dinner. mind you i was a indian alone in cowboy country. drunk ,no dinner, nervous, i dropped a drink and it spilled everywhere. in the ensuing moments of people laughing or not noticing, a short man with black hair who i knew to be scott peterson walked up to me and pointed at me and said, "you better clean that up." i being an indian alone in cowboy country, drunk, no dinner, nervous, went outside and cried and called my sister, drunkenly proclaiming that motherfuckers don't know who i am and where i am from. dogfood (sister of s. glass told me to grow some balls). smooches came outside and asked me what was wrong and i told her the harrowing tale of him drunkenly mentioning that i should clean it up. she couldn't tell me striaght out that it was no big deal, considering we were in that period when one has no faults nor a temper. so i finished crying, went back inside and probably got more drunk. but peterson made me cry the first night. we became acquaintances when we both went to the same graduations and hung out and we would see each other in the street and shake hands. now he takes care of my dad's dog. go figure.

"i can do this i can do this i can do this

the job is mine."

good luck to jennifer heller and her feeble attempt at getting a job.

a question for you

if peterson had his ultimate hat game team assembled, who would be on it?

all priase is due to scott pee, guardian of my dad's dog this weekend. i pray to the most high that gordo or any speed freak or raucous drunk doesn't end his life.

the nice scott peterson says Attention All Broads!!!

Scott just sent me a link he wants all women world-wide to commit to memory...

http://articles.health.msn.com/id/100104567?GT1=6548

just kidding?

Sometimes you feel as if...

you are the only one.
The only one who cares to write about the nice scott peterson.
The only one to comment about the nice scott peterson.
The only who tonight will drunkenly reach for the phone at 3am to talk him to come over to snuggle.
The only one to cry yourself to sleep, lulled by the repeated annocement that your number has been blocked by the nice scott peterson.

my high school teacher made me memorize prepositional phrases

it is not a strech to me if you recast beverly hills 90210 with scott chosen to play any of the male leads. but i would enjoy watching him as steve saunders the most.

scott peterson is a handsome man

i have the pleasure of going steady with a girl who is a friend of scott's ('before or after?) and she and her roommate sometimes refer to him as old man peterson, for if you know scott, he is 34 yeards old. what is intersting, not intersting but strange (i have a limited vocabulary) is that he looks very good for his age. he works out at a gym and plays basketball and "skateboards". he looks so young i sometimes wonder if he has african-american relatives.

and then...

scott really likes to play the hat game and i was just wondering if he could build the ultimate team that he would captain, who would be on that team. should that be a period or a question mark?

so about scott p

i was at lunch with scott peterson today and asked him if he had ever had a laxative before and thought for a second and said that, yes, he had. when he was four or five years old he found what he thought to be a chocolate bar wrapped in foil, which he quickly devoured. subsequently, he had to have his stomach pumped. he remarked that maybe that is why he doesn't like chocolate. this is what i do with my time at work. fuck....

the nice scott peterson

so i had lunch with the nice scott peterson at a restaurant in berkeley this afternooon and he gave me some tickets to disneyland and i didn't finish my hamburger and while discussing something, i said that i was going to make a blog about him. so this is it. it is about scott peterson, whose pinkie is really fucked up from white guy basketball.