<p><img src="/files/u46/weed_socks.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="278" /> </p><p>The reason why my socks smell like weed and my weed smells like laundry detergent is...</p><p>I keep my weed in my sock drawer. I know. Surprising. Get over it. </p>
<p><img src="/files/u46/bounce_one_liner.jpg" alt="" width="363" height="273" /></p><p><em>(No, <strong>your</strong> head is the one with the thick candy shell on it...)</em></p>
<p>Nothing warms my adamantium heart like a douchebag getting what he deserves. And this, my gentle readers, is one of those times. </p>
<p><img src="/files/u46/steve_brule.jpg" width="400" height="261" /> <em>"Wine was invented by the Romans. For orgies. And orgies are no fun when no-one wants to do with you."</em> -Dr. Steve Brule "For Your Health"</p>
<p><img src="/files/u46/bounce_fight_and_wine_002.jpg" alt="It's time to get mean..." width="389" height="292" /> </p><p><em>(It's time to get mean...)</em> </p><p>A lot of people think all bouncers do is fight. That's far from the truth. We also stand around a lot and hope our booty calls text message us back. But, (un)fortunately, there are times we do NEED to fight. </p>
<p>Living with dudes is cool. You're bros. You share beer, toothbrushes, and the four dishes, two spoons and eight forks. But dudes also take big smelly craps and steal the treat whiskey you've stashed in your sock drawer.</p><p>Now, I'm living with one of my best friend's girlfriends. This is about the third time I've lived with one of my buddies' ladies.</p>
<p> <img src="/files/u46/t2_kc.jpg" alt="" width="397" height="461" /></p><p><em><strong>(My usual Valentine's Day gets a kiss from yours truly)</strong></em> </p>
<p><img src="/files/u46/bounce_money_001.jpg" alt="Bouncers like money..." width="389" height="292" /></p><p><strong>(Bouncers like money...so give us some!)</strong> </p>
<p><img src="/files/u46/bounce_respect.jpg" alt="Your handshake at the door means a lot..." width="389" height="292" /><strong>(Your handshake at the door means a lot...)</strong></p>
<p><img src="/files/u46/typing.jpg" alt="How Tweet It Is..." width="389" height="292" /> </p><p><strong>(How Tweet It Is...)</strong></p><p>Like all of my cool, rich and famous celebrity friends, I keep a Twitter account. But today I wasn't feeling very celebrity-ish because I don't have very many Twitter followers. Then I realized that's because I didn't tell anybody about it.</p>
<p>My dear Mom bought me a turtleneck for Christmas, God bless her heart. When I opened it, I gave her a questioning eye (I cock my eyebrow). She said: "Oh you like turtlenecks! And it will keep your neck warm."</p>
<p>There's a lot of talk on this website on which country is better. <a href="/columns/david/3-10-08.htm" title="Why Canada is Better than America | David Nelson">USA or Canada</a> or even <a href="/articles/rockets_red_glare.htm" title="Wy America is Better Than England | J.B. Hour">America vs. England</a>. Everybody tends to have their opinion.