Haiku
New shopping centerVast acres of free parkingMe, lost among trucks
Do you like pork? Corn whiskey? Wrasslin with horses and small bears? XBox? Cheese sammiches and brown dope? If so, I'm yer Captain Posey Pants.
I'm sitting at my sister's computer, in my sister's house, in a room that at one time was my bedroom, 15 years ago, when this house still belonged to my parents. On the wall beside the computer desk is a poster featuring a photograph of 4 shirtless members of the Knoxville Ice Bears hockey team. I must admit that I feel like they are staring at me as I type this post, taunting me with their exposed pectoral muscles and their angry nipples.
The fact is that my head is large. However, I don't believe it is true that my head is large in a way that is out of proportion to the rest of my body. I must admit that I am a pretty big guy. I don't think I'm actually fat, but I am a big guy with a big frame. I'm pretty much built like a retarded lumberjack. I'm sorry; that's offensive. I should say that I'm built like developmentally challenged harvester of arborially-derived materials and products.