So I was included on an email from someone where they decided it would be awesome for a bunch of people to stay in contact and in the email included a list of names with all of their email addresses.... oops! :) I, of course, responded with the following,

"Hello! My name is Ambassador Unfafa from the country of Nigeria. I recently had a crap-ton of money held from me at a bank. If you can please send me all your money and maybe a Kit-Kat bar, I can have the money released and will give it all to you. The only thing I want is the Kit-Kat bar. Just send me all your personal information and a picture (nude if you like) holding the Kit-Kat bar. Thank you! Ambassador Derek Unfafa"





Production pictures from the on-set photographer for Skunk Ape Hunters in Texas have began to surface. Many are good, but I have especially fallen for a candid snap-shot of me walking up to location with one of my leathers on, sporting a Monster and a shotgun. By Monster I mean the drink, ladies. Don't get too excited. Nothing funny here really, just like the pic.





So my black and tan mini-weiner dog, Dexter (named after the Showtime serial killer) has began to become rowdy. The kind of rowdy that only a good ol' fashioned nut-cuttin' surgery can fix. He constantly mounts pillows and bites the corners while humping them. Not that I'm hatin'; I've been asking for a full-body pillow for years from Santa. No, I just don't enjoy waking up from naps on the couch and finding my forehead looking like a Krispy-Kreme. So I scheduled a nut-cuttin' with my brother. Let it be known that my brother is a certified Veterinarian. I didn't just ask my hillbilly brother for his good widdlin' knife. That being said, I think karma is a bitch. You see, now that I'm taking him to be cut on I have a dentist appointment where I will be getting 2 root canals. FML!




OK! That's all for now. More at eleven.