The Time is Now

Well, John has been complaining to me that I have failed to keep up on the saga of his life, and I keep telling him "I'll get around to it," when in fact I was postponing for a reason. See, I was waiting for John to leave. And finally, John has left.

Now, he has not vanished from the Earth or anything, but he did go to the beach with some friends for a week long soiree of drinking, smacking each other asses, combining it all with homophobic jokes to bolster their heterosexual ambitions.

Now that John is gone, let's all have a party in his bedroom. After we have our party, we'll move all of his furniture into the basement and leave child's sized furniture there instead. This way, when John comes home we can call him John the Giant and after much insistence, and the trickery of children sized furniture, John may actually begin to believe he became a giant while at the beach. My hope is that he will try to climb a skyscraper in a fit of rage, and we can some good footage of him trembling while looking down from ten feet or so....

Frenetic, Fantastic, & Idiotic

27-O-Daddio John is trying to tell me how to run my blog... I'm going to run his eight wives.

John Post XXVII

John just informed me of his intention to have twenty seven kids. Yes. 27 kids. That's a lot of children for anyone, but believe me, if anyone can do it, it's John Post. So, get in line ladies, he's waiting....

Clarification

To clarify, John's John is his unspoken truth. It's what we all love about John, right?

John's John

John has been a little down in the dumps lately. He's worried about things, and he doesn't think this website accurately portrays him, but I only take sentiments from our conversations and put them here. Anyway, I am proposing that the entire world yell "We Love You John!" at 9 pm this Saturday night. I am sure this will happen because I know the entire world reads this blog. So, what'd'ya say? Let's tell John we love him.