Archive for May, 2008

The Adventures of Matt Gondek, Freelance Artist VI

buy cialisbuy cialisbuy levitrabuy levitrabuy propeciabuy propeciabuy somabuy somabuy levitrabuy cialisbuy propeciabuy levitrabuy somabuy cialisbuy propeciabuy levitrabuy somabuy cialisbuy levitrabuy propeciabuy soma

Matt Gondek’s Bogus Journey. Part Two

300px-incredible_hulk_181.jpg
So yesterday I wrote about my encounter w/ the old dude in the leather cod-piece.

Today, I’ll tell you about something even worse.

As I was mentioning, I went to Mount Pleseant over the weekend to help w/ my GF’s yard sale. At one point in the day, her mom asked me to help her in the garage. When I walked in, I seen a comic book laying on a work bench. It was the Incredible Hulk, issue 181.

If many of you dorks like me out there know, this comic is the first appearence of Wolverine. It’s a classic. It’s old. It’s worth allot of money. About $1,000 to be precise.

There was a major problem though. Someone wrote, in ink, on the cover “Mom don’t throw in trash”. Also, someone cut out a coupon inside the book. Worthless. A classic comic ruined. For you non-nerds out there, this is the equivalent of a hot girl flashing her boobs at a party while you’re in the other room.

The irony in all of this is that her brother must of wrote this when he was younger and asked her not to throw it away because it would be valuable. But by leaving the note on the cover, he basically threw it away himself.

Matt Gondek’s Bogus Journey. Part 1

Over the weekend, I travelled to Mount Pleasent PA to help my girlfriend and her mom set up and run a yard sale.

On the trip up there I wasn’t paying attention and missed the exit, resulting in getting lost. I stopped at a gas station to ask for directions, but the two kids working there ended up getting me more lost.

As I drove in the middle of nowhere, I spied a bar on the side of the road, so I pulled over and went in to ask for directions.

It was around 8PM, and there wasn’t anyone in the bar yet, except for the bartender. I explained my situation, and he proceeded to give me directions.

However, about halfway through this, his co worker came out of the back and all of the sudden I lost train of thought and could no longer concentrate.

Turns out I was in a gay bar. The guy from the back had to be at least fifty years oldĀ and about fifty pounds overweight. He wasn’t wearing a shirt. Instead he had leather straps that crossed over his chest and were attached by a big metal ring. He wasn’t wearing pants either. Only a tiny leather bikini.

I rule at life. Part two tomorrow.

Hamburger lottery

Wow I haven’t written in quite a good while.

The time of day that I allot to writing on here has been taken up recently and I haven’t had a chance to post anything.

Still, as I sit here, absent for over a week, I can’t think of a damn thing to write about. I am the suck.

What should I write about?


Add to Technorati Favorites

WidgetBucks

Pittsburgh Bloggers