My First Report Due

Ah, let's see.  The last time I recall having to turn in an English report was in 10th grade, I think.  I do remember it was on transcendentalism, because one, Henry David Thoreau was my dude, and second, I occasionally refer back to those teachings to remind myself that I'm not a complete moron.  This week my first report was due for my English III class.  The assignment was to write a process analysis paper.  So, the title of my paper was "How to Ball at a Strip Club."  I figure, since it had to be 750 words at least, and anything else that I was remotely cognizant of would've been too long, I selected to write about every one's favorite topic - strip clubs.  The paper was from strictly observation of course, believe me, I'm the last person you'll see at a strip club "making it rain" on ho's.  I go there because I like to shoot pool and I like listening to Hip-Hop music while I shoot pool, and besides, what man wouldn't mind a few scantily-clad women thrown in the mix?  So I do find myself at your local titty-bar more often than I care to admit. My report had flow to it and I only went a few words over a thousand.  It was concise, with a little humor, and I think I used logical order pretty well.  Overall, not bad for a first.  What matters is the grade... we'll see.

This report got me to thinking about starting yet another blog....G-String Chronicles, or maybe, The Adventures of Supasperm.  The latter I like, but looking at it now sounds just a little too vague.  Plus, that kind of commitment would find me in the titty-bar more often than I need to be.  That has a lot of potential for trouble.  Although, it would make for one hell of an excuse to go out.  "Honey, I'll be back. I gotta' go down to the Red Velvet to do some research."  Hmm.