Discopants and Haircuts

“If I could only write everyday I would be happy…. all the time… But for now I choose to be a large boner.”

-Dr Pants

I really am pissed at myself. Honestly,  I think about this damn place more than I probably should. Actually, I think about my penis more than I should too. The difference is I address my penis on a regular basis. The problem is I haven’t written shit everyday like I used to. PLUS I haven’t even put up the archives. I will soon forgive myself and return to a life of desperation.
Exclusive: I have a job. I am teaching at Norway’s biggest trade school. I am teaching Norway’s future carpenters, designers, hair-dressers, artists, tinsmiths, plumbers and other teen-age people who don’t give a shit about anything but only want to  make a few bucks raping us for their services….

Honestly, they read nothing. They don’t wanrt to read anything…ever. They care about nothing except the other sex and what they are wearing. They complete me.

Everyday that I drive to work I am overwhelmed with the view and beauty of what I see. EVERYDAY (and I mean it) I am just floored with the view. Everyday I say… “Hey Dr Pants… Why not take a few pictures?” That’s when I realize that I need to get a camera.