You should comment on everything on my profile. I'm bored. I'm also making too many newsposts. How are you? Have you lost weight? You don't look like it. I notice that treadmill I got you for christmas is only being used as a coat rack. I guess I'm not appreciated around here. Whatever, I guess I know not to get you anything nice anymore. How are your kids? I heard they beat up the Thompson boy down the street. Those little hoodlums of yours had better not step on my lawn, I work hard to keep it looking nice. I mean they say the grass is always greener, but looking at your lawn, I can't figure out why. I mean really, it's like you just pour grass killer on your lawn, it's ridiculous. It's an eyesore and it's ruining the neighborhood. Speaking of which, your house needs a paintjob, it looks awful. I know a good painter, a friend from work reccomended him to me. He painted my shed, and did a pretty good job of it. About the only thing those damn mexicans are good for... Aside from taking care of my garden of course. And stealing my DVDs. They think I don't notice, but it's only a matter of time until I catch them in the act. That reminds me, I saw this great new movie last week, what was it called again... Umm... Wait no don't tell me... Shit, I forget, but it turns out the guy was her brother all along. What was I saying? Oh yeah, go comment on my stuff you dick.