Today I had to answer the phone at work. I ask for the callers name. And. The guy goes. Mike Jones. I wanted to say who? But. I didn't. I just laughed. He said he gets that a lot. I believe it. But. Yeah. I tried to find other people who thought that was funny. But. It was tough. At least Dave got it. Also. I think I thought I of something funny. But. I didn't write it down.

No one told me the rules of time travel. I skipped that class.

Also. The hunt turned out futile. On the plus side. I learned how to use webforms. There's still one more day.
Prove me wrong suckas.

So I woke up this morning er afternoon, and I was thinking "hey, I need to fake compete with Alex on the finding a valentine thing." I mean, afterall he did steal my online application idea that I gave to him. Then he ripped through the fabric of time space to future post just so he could leave that post at the top of this page. That's totally irresponsible use of time travel. So I'm thinking I can probably find a valentine too. It's not a long form or anything. All you have to do is visit my blog, my blog my blog my blog for details, and leave a comment there, or here, or everywhere, if you're interested.

Why would Clark Kent need to sign up for benefits? Like. Health insurance. Life insurance. Acciddental death. And. Dismemberment. Those things don't apply to him. And. If they did. It wouldn't matter that much really. Like. Maybe dental insurance. But. Maybe his teeth are immune to cavities. Or. Maybe they're not. And. He has bad teeth. But. There's nothing he can do about it. Since. The dentists can't drill his teeth. Or. Anything like that. So. If he's making an average income. Average for living in a one bedroom apartment in Metropolis. He must be getting a pretty fat paycheck. So. Maybe that's why he can goof off at work as much as he does.

Secondly.
I was thinking. My birthday is coming up soon. So. If you want to get me something. But. Don't know what. You could drop some money down on a few lottery tickets. Or. Go crazy. And. Make it one of those expensive ones. And. If I lose. I'll keep. And. Frame the ticket. But. If I win. I'm totally going to collect on that dough.

Third.
This is a sh outout to Ricola. She knows who she is. That greeting wasn't just from Alex. But. From. Jumpoff J. And. Dirty Dave.

G.
I'm not a liar. More like. Time Traveler extraordinaire. It's not my fault I wrote that post in the future.

I'm taking a business law class, and today I learned officially that cops really can't check your trunk or glove compartment if they're locked when they pull you over. They can check the rest of the car though, without a warrent. You can actually refuse to open your trunk, and if you do open it, you waive your 4th amendment rights.

I think I sorta heard that before hearing 99 problems, but not from an official source. I'm not saying that Hova isn't official, but you know.

Ok first of all, Alex said something about having a Valentine's day application, but it was my idea to turn it into an actual online survey. At the time I didn't think he was going to get that into it. But now he's linked it all over the place and even post dated the post about it just to keep it at the top of the killkaraoke home page until Valentine's day. Post dating posts is lying. Alex is a liar. A great big liar.