First friday of the month...

You know what that means! Ah hell nah wassup dawg? It's me, the infamous Hout Trout.
As I am hoisted into the blog spot universe, I'd like to take some time and introduce myself. If you don't already know me, I suppose you will eventually. I'm the glitch modulator, debt consolidator, tater of the nater (tot). Take me seriously! It's impossible. The one dude you'll never meet on the internet, if you're lucky! My inter-workings and most complicated thoughts and ideas, as labyrinthine and tortuous as they may seem...will penetrate you like a 13 inch PVC pipe into the swelling orifice of Amiel's grandmother. Madonna said it best, Touched for the very first time!

For a while I was debating whether to make this blog an artsy collection of bubbling baloney, oozing out of every porous sentence. (Oh, and not to mention those artsy fartsy pictures than I can't seem to find on the internet anywhere but blog sites.) As much as feel a faint connection to the softer side, that isn't me. C'mon who cares about feelings? I am hardly a serious person. With this I give you: Fellation Nation. Get ready to rumble! A bigger fiasco than the HAITIAN EARTHQUAKE!

Let's start on how I got the title, "Hout Trout." Don't ask me how I got this silly nickname. It was that faggot kid on the bus who thought it was ingenious idea to blend my last name with an equally unoriginal animal that rhymes with it. Fuckin' thing sucks! But I digress...it stuck. And here I am. One man. One dream. One destiny.

I would say that I have an uncanny ability to turn any one liner phrase into a long standing overdone inside joke that will stand the test of time. It is my gift, it is my curse.

We'll see if I can keep up on this Blogthingeroo. Stay tuned!