Prickle-Prickle, Chaos 69th, yC 3169 Over the weekend I beat Rez, watched most of the fourth season of the Sopranos. Funny thing about that is the fact that I ended up watching the last episode first which would've spoiled some things for SOME PEOPLE but I took it in stride and the earlier episodes were as enjoyable with their own plots, twists and stories. Annoying thing was that my father recorded some whorehouse documentary that was on HBO after the Sopranos. Bored now. There wasn't even any fucking or sucking so what's the point? Hear some ditzy broad who fucks for a living talk about her job which is supposedly interesting because she fucks for a living and she does nothing but fuck all the time? Put her on Bill O'Reilly talking about Iraq which would be interesting or have James Lipton interview her. Isn't there a human with a brain around that high milage snatch? Anyway after I fast forwarded through that I found my father had recorded three hours of the advertisement channel from the New Jersey cable company. Break my fucking heart why dontcha, Dad. I know almost all those places.