Max Moon

I'm a strange fellow, I know. When I go to the tire store I expect them to have tires. When I go to the Beer store I expect them to have my favorite brand on hand. When I go to the farm I expect them to have farm fresh eggs and bacon.

Too many folks these days take it for granted that wealthy folks like myself will settle for less.

I expect better. You should too.

I have muh enemies. I pray for them every day. I want them to get hit by tornados if I am honest -- which I rarely am. One such culprit criticized my craig's list items as being overpriced junk. Well that is pure defamation plain and simple. The items of junk that I list are fairly priced at market value of such said items.

If these false accusations of inflated prices and egos keeps going, I will have to pursue legal matters and take the thing into my own hand.

I will not sit idly by while complete strangers on the internet make fun of my business model, my role model, or even my airplane model.

As this here week comes to an end (I don't count the weekends as part of the week), I am taking time to pause and reflect on my accomplishments. I have sold many items from my museum of precious sports memorabilia, I worked real hard driving muh step kids to work, I even took time to soak the feet of muh future ex wife (bless her calloused souls).

It is important to take stalk of what you have, to be proud of your lofty goals, and to make sure that those around you are aware of your ability to self promote.

Even now as I type this here post I am likley receiving in box messages asking me how much moneyz I want to apear on some TV show that is exciting to watch.

Well folks, that is all there is for now.

Good night to muh stalker, the hairly little fellow I know nothign about. And his friends, even if he has any.

I heard my voice on an old vinyl recording today for the first time in 35years. I cannot believe h ow much I sound like Doctor Phil. Man, that guy is such an A hole. Why do I have to sound like him? Thankfully due to a literal lifetime of eating smoked sausage, my is almost all but gone. But back then...well hell. Could be worse. At least I don't LOOK like Doctor Phil. Not since the brain surgery.