i just got back from the new super wal-mart they built down the road.

i went in and had my retina scanned and my forehead stamped with all of my pertinent information readily available for them to use at their discretion. it's the least i can do. they had the 16 oz. tostito's scoops on sale for 99 cents. fuck around.

before that i went to IHOP and was recognized.

some dude, "are you scott copeland?"

me: "no"

him: " i read your blogs. are you gonna blog about ihop?"

me: "i seriously doubt it."


and yet here i am.....
blogging about ihop.

anyone who gets anything other than the strawberry stuffed french toast is a fucking moron and shouldn't be trusted in any way whatsoever.

but that is beside the point.

which is irrelevant and meaningless and so often misunderstood and repeated.

i decided today as i was walking around in the wal-mart and looking at birthday and greeting cards that i am going to start my own birthday card business.

bignoggan greeting cards..

here's a couple of ideas i've got so far.


TO MY WONDERFUL BROTHER

whose ass i kick at golf all the fucking time


Happy Birthday son.

may you have many more and stay the hell out of daddy's things.


Happy Valentine's day, bitch.

are you happy, now?


here's my favorite:

Get Well soon
or you're gonna die.

scottcopeland copyright 2006

check please,

scott