Tuesday, May 12, 2009

poor spelling

makes me sad. i may not be the brightest bulb in the box of bulbs, but i like to think that i am a fairly intelligent guy. The kind of guy, perhaps, that you could have a nice discussion of religious philosophy with right after an intense round of shin-kicks. or somethin'. the kind of guy, perhaps, that does not misspell words all the time. the words i misspell are often hidden so craftily in my sentences that they do not reveal themselves upon proof-readings. suddenly, as i read over my previously released work, they take off their victorian masquarade masks and dance an illiterate jig around the grave they force me to dig for myself, in the rain. 

it bothers me that much.

love is like a bottle of gin.

dan hanf

Tuesday, May 05, 2009

CRAAAAZY MISHAPS!!

So, the other night I had a dream about Yudee the Freewheelin' Ferret. Some guy gave me a job at a B&Breakfast somewhere on King St. and I brought Yudee to live there so we could play together while I worked. 

D:

Sad times. But then, this mornin' I woke up to find what my favo. pair of pants has a giant hole ripped right there where this is also a hole that is on your body, except this hole (the pants one) was much bigger. So I put them on anyway cos I figured that I probably wasn't going to leave the house today. 

Then Matt, Ben and I played some poker, including a new kind of poker that I found on the internet: Chowaha. Let It be known that Chowaha Poker almost tore our house in thrain, or somethin'. Either everyone I live with is a liar or we were visited by some kind of peaceful-yet-sadistic ghost. 

Then I sat around for the rest of the day until I decided to go get some Gen. Tso's Chicken and when I got the Chopsticks House I realized: I forgot to change pants. 

So I wrote a rap song for me and Andy to sing:

I got my shoes on

I got my pants on

Cos I'm getting ready to get my dance on

Some of you might think that, 48 parts into a VLP of MG3:SE (Acronyms shall be used to protect my shameful nerdiness), there wouldn't be enough material left to entertain a man while he eats Gen. Tso's. Some of you would be wrong.

ДАН ХАНФ