The late show isn't really that funny...

So today I ate a giant hot pocket. A Stromboli. It was magnificent.

I also thought about how uncomfortable viagra commercials make a room full of people feel.

Then I played ice hockey.

Basically what I'm saying is:

I read this guy's blog today and I realized how much work sucks all the creative juice out of my brain. It also takes all the energy I do have and it squeezes it until it pops like a balloon. Damn the man.

Anyway, I am off to bed because it's late. Murdaface needs his beauty rest.

Why is my pocket getting warmer?

I could really go for some Hot Pockets right now.

Soaked in all of their microwavable grease-infested glory.