Late Saturday night, I remembered that I forgot to pay my rent. So I had to drag my sorry butt out of bed, write up the check and march myself across the apartment complex.<\/p>\n
The things I do to avoid paying a $50 late fee.<\/p>\n
Anyway, it’s coming on 3 AM and I’m in my night clothes trodding along on a damn nice night. When I look up and see that the moon has this halo around it. A sort of orangish hue. Some might even call it an aura. That’s when it hits me.<\/p>\n
On the Dave Chappelle show Charlie Murphy<\/a> said when he first saw Rick James, there was this compelling orange aura surrounding Rick…beckoning Charlie to come forward.<\/p>\n As I looked at the moon that night, I felt this strange urge to jump with all the strength I could muster and maybe by some odd quirk of nature I would be pulled into lunar orbit where I would forever be bathed by that heavenly body’s soothing, reflected glow.<\/p>\n From then on, “I’m the Moon, bitch,” was all I could hear.<\/p>\n (This non-sensical post brought to you by, Groonk’s Brain<\/i> (TM). We here at Groonk’s Brain<\/i> are sorry if you read this post and thought, ‘WTF?’<\/p>\n In effort to make up for time lost reading this post, we have provided some porn<\/a> to smooth over those ruffled feathers.<\/p>\n