My Typical Saturday

Saturday named after Saturn the planet of the lobster hoors and mud-men.

I'll follow some weemen around toon pretending to be a confused old man thinking they are my grand daughter. Young gurls love creepy old men that smell of piss.

Then its off to the gym to work-out for 3 or 4 hours.

I'll get a Chinese on the way home.

Pop in some classic Star Trek into the old VCR assuming no one has stolen it.

Then later its Pay- per view , don't miss the big fight tonight. A cow takes on a rhino.


Then its lets send drunken e-mails to weemen time and make some comments on Blogs. I may engage in cyber sex but you won't know.

I'll fall asleep with my cock in my hand and vomit all doon my front having those dreams yet again. Damn those dreams it was 40 years ago why can't they leave me alone?

Yes the life of Old Knudsen is as glamorous as you thought. When my mates get paroled and the prostitutes forget why they are avoiding me my social life will perk up. Stay tuned maggots.

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He Has To Be English.

I love to get input from my fans that read my blog, not people I'd want to meet in real life but still I like to grace yer lives with my greatness showing you what with a lot of work and an insane amount of luck* you too could be the worlds greatest blogger.*

I get people sending me pictures saying, "I saw this picture and I thought of you," never a bold warrior holding a sword aloft shouting, "by the power of grayskull" but either something quirky or some painful testicle torture. Are you trying to tell me something?

The picture above has been sent to me twice, do all my readers have these fantasies about me? how many of you masturbate to my blog? I'm just asking as I do that to yer blogs all the time.






*only kidding*