A Blast from the Past!

I got a surprising email today from a Mr. Lloyd Xxxxxxxx (Last name withheld because he's cool like that!), a friend who I've not spoken to since my sophomore year in high-school. It was good to hear from him again. There are lots of friends who I've lost contact with over the past two decades and it's nice to catch up with them once in a while.

Lloyd found my website by doing a search for Erv Coppi, the host of a local horror movie show when we were kids. How funny is it that I was found because of something as strange as that. Yes, Mr. Erv Coppi – reuniting friends without even knowing it.

Here are some excerpts from the email conversation in case other people who knew Lloyd have been wondering what he has been up to.

Try and Try Again.

A few weeks ago I posted a link to a student's Deviant Art page. It's come to my attention that the link that I posted didn't work, so I'm going to re-post it today. If you get a chance, be sure to visit Megan's site. It's full of really cool art that she's drawn.

Monday Morning Doodle

Yes, it's been a long time coming, but we finally get a sketch of Timmmaaa the welding penguin.

Hardwired.

Hi Everybody! Lets do an exercise in hypothetics (if that's even a real word. But hell, if Merriam Webster says bootylicious is an actual word, then hypothetics shouldn't be contested.) This exercise will be a demonstration of the differences between men and women. So here we go!

Let's hypothetically say that a friend of your spouse received some hypothetically dirty pictures of someone that you hypothetically used to work with. Hypothetically speaking, a lot of people that your hypothetical spouse works with hypothetically saw these hypothetically nasty photos. Now lets say that your hypothetical spouse hypothetically has someone send you an edited (work-safe) photo just to make sure that this hypothetical woman in the nasty photos is the one who used to hypothetically work with you.

Now lets hypothetically say that you confirmed that this woman in the photo was indeed the person who used to hypothetically work with you. Suppose that you, being a typical guy, hypothetically asked to see the rest of the hypothetically dirty photos.

Now imagine that your hypothetical wife got angry and hypothetically called you bad names. Horrible names like “pig”, “pervert”, “disgusting”, and “Pauly Shore.” My question is: Is your hypothetical wife warranted with such comments?

I'm a guy – yes, I know it may be a shock to some of you, but I really am. And being a guy, I will always be ready to look at pictures of the dirty variety. It doesn't matter if the women are pretty, ugly, disgusting, or whatever – a guy will want to look. And any guy who tells you different is lying. Want to prove me wrong? If a 85 year old woman with a halter top, a walker, an oxygen tank, and a stream of mucus trailing from her nose were to walk past a group of men, they would still look at her boob-crack. It not something that we're proud of, it's just the way it is. I guess it could be compared to a car crash on the interstate. You don't WANT to look when you drive by, but you HAVE too.

So there's my defense. Good, bad, or indifferent, that's just the way men are made.

But Wendy ALWAYS wins.

Busted!

Yes, I f@#king admit it! I have a fowl mouth.