I Can't Sleep Because It's Always Sunny

I guess blogs, if anything at all, are for sharing, correct? As in sharing one's thoughts, ideas, viewpoints, media bits, yadda-yadda, etc. OK. Well in my case, the term sharing is an abbreviated form of saying "force-feeding you motherfuckers shit that I'm into".

Well, so I haven't been able to get to sleep as early as I'd like to lately for the past 16 years and during this outrageous battle against time, nightfall, and the temptation to download unnatural amounts of porn, I have had the enormous fortune of being graced with the fine company of some of my dearest friends and cohorts. These friends have included the likes of such esteemed characters as Commander Adama of Galactica, Larry David of Brooklyn, Jack Bauer of Lost Boys, Michael Scott and the Scranton branch, The Bluth Family, Jack and Kate and Locke and all of those other miserable fucks that can't figure out how to light a signal-fire, Hank Moody 'cationing in California, and last but not least:

The Gang (Mack, Dennis, Dee, Frank, and of course Charlie....ahhhh Charlie).

The good-old Gang has been a particularly strong and constant source of enabling when the topic of being late to work, or being unable to hear the alarm (or hear that lady next door scream for fire-help in the morning) is brought up. It's simply because the Gang is and has always been a sunny delight by consistently serving as a direct contrast of what you'd ever want your life to resemble at any given point during your adult experience. Whether it be "The Gang Solves The Gas Crisis" or "The Gang Cracks The Liberty Bell", or my personal favorite, "The Gang Smokes Crack To Get On Welfare", I find myself at both blissful and nauseous peace with the fact that I am completely wide awake during the hour of the street-walker while being blatantly non-productive and simultaneously learning absolutely nothing beneficial to anyone, anywhere what-so-ever.

But even so...laughing-MAO while doing it.

Fuck it, its nothing cocaine-strength coffee and a nap in the supply closet can't fix in the morning. So here you have it: It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia.

Consider yourself force-fed, motherfucker. =D

This short 2-minute scene appropriately fit the post...Charlie is always giving me interesting solutions to my everyday problems. Don't sleep....or do...on huffed-glue and cat food.

"Dee Attempts To Walk A Mile In Charlies Shoes...For One Night"