To the four fans that read my humble blog, I apologize. I've been busy consuming numerous adult beverages thanks to the fine people at Financial Aid.

It seems life has a taken a turn for the better in Y2K Dogg's life. He has recently become a sex symbol. How you ask? Simple. A steady diet of beer seems to attract the women like flies on shit. Or it could be his sudden attainment of a large stash of money. Or it could be the fact women are attracted to a piece of shit. Anyway, what seemed to be a gift from the ever funny Diety has only created more problems in the Dogg's life than he wants. Oh the problems of being a good looking piece of ass.

So for anybody that wants this, I do not wish it upon them. What's a guy to do when girls are throwing themselves at him when he's only known the company of slightly overweight males whose only interest is to get drunk and amuse themselves? Whatever. The summer that was deemed "The Summer of Love" certainly turned into that, although not much love was made due to Special K's desire to remain a "nice guy." I wish I had the mentality to just use the poon and move on, but it doesn't work that way. And for this, I blame my parents. Fuck you dad for being the nicest guy I know and passing that quality onto your son. Fuck you mom for saying I can have anything I want and then actually getting it (except for the million dollars). Fuck both of you for the morals you instilled in me. I hate you. You've ruined my life. Well, at least the sex aspect of my life. What to do?

Fuck it. I'll see what happens. Let's hope my dick doesn't rot off. So, until next time (more than likely six months down the road), I'll sign off. In the words of Jimmy Dugan, "Avoid the clap."