Just as I was preparing to write a big teary goodbye to Mr. and Mrs. JDog, the glorious bastard shows up in Boston again this Saturday to get his motorcycle. So sorry - no fruity emotional tributes today. And really, fuck that guy.

The smelly cunt did pull off a good line last night, though. We're watching Miami Ink, a documentary show about tattoo artists. Joe gets a hard-on for any show about men doing cool manly things like making motorcycles or tattooing people. I think he's overcompensating, but then again I watch pro wrestling. So fuck me.

Anyway, one guy comes into the shop to get a tribute tattoo done for his best friend who died at a young age. Joe turns to me and says, "If you died suddenly, I'd get a tattoo that read: 'I'm No Longer With Stupid.'"

Good one, asshole. You've still got it.

Oh, and I would say happy birthday to my mom from Saturday, but she's under strict orders not to read this site. But happy birthday anyway, Mom.