So, I was talking to some moron that some people refer to as 'Miles' behind the curtain here at ACW and he--- despite the fact that he's a first-grade, class-A, as-big-as-they-come D-BAG---had a pretty neat-o idea.

The conversation went something along the lines of, "TWO WORDS: the Kelly FLAWLESS BLOG."

I replied pretty quickly with, "that's four words, you fuckin' ruhtard. Now, GTFO."

He hung his head in shame and hastily GotTFO. Then, a few minutes after he dragged his dumb ass out of my locker room, I got to thinking---that would be a GREAT idea.

What better way to connect with all you "normies" out there? Ya know, letcha into K-Flaw's dome a bit---get to know what I'm thinkin'.

BTW, I've made the executive decision to change the spelling of "KFlaw" to "K-Flaw"... it just looks sweeter, IMO. Plus, every time I type it into a word processor, it won't auto format it to "Kflaw"---I HATE THAT.

Anyway, I was chillin' earlier today, having myself some tasty ass yam fries with some southwest chiplote jizz lookin' sum'n or other, running through topics for my first blog entry. That's when I saw this full-blown retarded chick walking down the street. Some other lady was walking a few paces behind her, holding onto the end of a leash that was attached to what appeared to be some sort of body harness.

At first I thought that the mongrel of a person was going bungee jumping... then I realized that she was just handicapped and the harness like contraption was probably in place so she didn't run out into the street and get bowling balled by a transit bus.

Ya know, ya gots to be careful when wheelin' those people out in public.

Anyway, that really put things into perspective for ol' K-Flaw. People should really stop and smell the roses once in a while. Ya know, stop taking things for granted and be grateful for what they have.

You lost your job? That's really unfortunate, and it must be awful.

You can't make your mortage payment? I (almost) feel your pain.

Your brother died in a freak grizzly bear attack? Okay, well---mourn for a day, clean up the leftovers and move on.

Ya know why? Because it could a helluva lot worse.

You could be walking down the street, shit-eating grin spread across your drooling lips, some greasy ass harness wrapped around your handicapped torso, with some d-bag holding a leash tagging along behind you ensuring that you don't stumble your veggified ass into traffic.

See?

Things could always be worse.

Just thought I'd help y'all put a few things into perspective.

- Kelly