Spilling beans

Greetings No One So Far,

   I've decided I need a dumpster to throw out all my thoughts in. I'm vaguely typing this off of the saying, "One mans trash is another mans treasure." Perhaps you will find these words amusing like when your feet get tickled. Hopefully you like getting tickled... Maybe this blog will be like that Thanksgiving turkey you dumpster dived, "Does this taste good to you guys?"... There's the possibility that your more interested in the graffiti on the walls of said "thought dumpster"; but then you'll probably never look at what is lying inside... I guess I'd just like for someone to find a brand new pair of socks and just sigh with love "Aweee Yeaaa, I love new socks."

   All in all, I have no idea what you may find in my dumpster. I fear, a lot of the times this dumpster may be empty, but there will be those days where it's full and plenty. I encourage you to check in passing. Just a glance, a quick sweep. I can't promise you won't get dirty or even puke at times... You might even fall in and never find a path out.

   This is a place for all of my spilled beans to collect. Beans of love, disgust, lust, trust, that in which I must, that in which I mustn't, and where I fuss. If you've read this far then check again in the future. This is merely me opening my can. This is that first wif of my spilled beans. I hope you decide to try the can!

3 beers deep,
   Joe Rob Dan Mike