All Good Things...

Your Ever-Lovin' Restroom Attendant here for his fifth, and final, installment of The Painted Ground. After returning from the land where the kids are still trying to sell me on the benefits of LaRouche, saving the environment, or joining a fraternity I'm hoping that I graduate soon. I always forget how much I hate the first couple weeks of school.

Only one thing to do now: DANCERCIZE!!!!

Lord, how I loves me that blinking tag.

I'll have to admit that it's been fun filling in. Toworrow DDT comes back to reality (or unreality, depending upon which part of the country you're from). Before I leave you, I have a couple of things on my mind:

(1) Why protest the fare hike? It's still cheaper than places like Chicago. Go complain about something important like how the *@#&?! am I ever going to afford a house in the Bay Area?

(2) It's official, Ozzy Osbourne is a big, fat, smelly jerk.

(3) However, so is Pat Robertson. You already knew that, though.

(4) I was mistaken here. She said no porn links. Now it all makes sense. Do me a favor and don't tell my mom how I told you about Aunt Wilemina. No one's supposed to know. It's sort of a family secret/shame.

Thanks for having me. Don't forget to stop by every once and a while. See you on the two-six, DDT.

Love always,
Your Ever-Lovin' Restroom Attendant