On Playing Chicken With a Bunch of Pigeons

Don't you hate it when that happens? You're walking down the sidewalk and you come upon a group of pigeons. And there's either that one diseased one with the puffed out neck or the scrawny one with the matted feathers and the red eyes. You both size each other up but there's no where to run. You and the flying rat, which by the way may or may not be covered in it's own shit, are heading for a collision course. Sure, you're a terrestrial being confined to the ground but that mother can fly. And they're unpredictable. As you get closer he flaps around in the air and makes a bee line for your head. You break first and duck like a fool, curious onlookers wonder if you have tourettes.
Yep, this happens to me everyday as I walk home from the subway, and the cigarette girl with her dumpy ass thinks I'm a psycho.

Revampted Blog

Welcome back, I know you've been away. I've been away myself. It's been an exciting time and a busy time. Sadly, it seems that rexojunkies.com is dead. I no longer have the time to maintain the site. However, the good news is that blogger has finally caught up to my needs for an all inclusive blog, thus making rexojunkies.com a bit obsolete.
Anyway, I've loaded this site with content to make it a one stop shopping solution. For those wishing to stay in touch with my daily activities you've come to right place. With the new blogging features I'm truely hooked into the 'matrix.' For those of you wishing for some randomness and trademark humor you can go fuck yourself. No wait, just kidding you've come to the right place too.
I've hooked up this blog with some tunes, my delicio.us links, a digg news feed and at the top of the page my twitter updates.
Check back for some updates, including deceptive asian ass, playing chicken with some pigeons and the shampoo yarmulke.