If I had some extra income right now, I just might buy a bus and conduct some business out of it.I remember when I lived in New York, There was this short school bus that had been converted into an ice cream truck. The guy let me come in one time, not only did he have all the ice cream necessities, he also had a great living space. He followed people all around the country selling ice cream. The best part, he had no taxes to claim! everything was under the table. When I get rich I’m going to keep my eyes open for a bus for sale.

I went to the doctor the other day. He told me that someone my height should weigh around 200 pounds. I am currently at 250. I haven’t weighed less than 200 pounds since middle school! I have always been a large man. Whatever the case, I am trying to live more healthy. I signed up to go to the gym and I have started to eat healthier foods. I also plan on somehow getting a liver cleanse. After all, that’s the filter of your body so why not clean it out?

Have you ever noticed that car insurance companies conduct a credit history on someone in order to determine a price? Tell me, what does someone’s credit history have to do with car insurance? If you don’t pay your bill that month, just cancel it. It’s as simple as that. I am so tired of these companies rummaging around my personal history for reasons to charge me more for everything. The poor get it stuck to them in this country.

Have you ever seen that movie the Nutty Professor? I’m not talking about the classic one with Jerry Lewis. I mean the contemporary version featuring Eddie Murphy. My favorite part of that movie was when Sherman Klump was losing his memory and was having dinner with Janet Jackson’s parents. He got into this long diatribe about ellipticals and how they are somewhat like the Green Giant’s niblets. Needless to say, he wasn’t making much sense but it was hilarious.

When I first moved into my apartment, the only thing I had with me was the couch I had been sleeping on at my mother’s house. After only a few weeks, after all the abuse it had sustained from me living on it, that couch finally gave way. With just a little money in my pocket without a scrap of credit, I had to fill my apartment with discount furniture. I eventually got enough pieces to sustain a good living space, and for very little money.