My name is Bucky and I am a red headed, blue eyed, 1992 Toyota Celica drivin’, son of gun. The wife (who I have intentionally left nameless on this blog. Hey, I don’t want to embarrass her too bad) and I get along fairly well most of the time. I try to make her laugh as often as I can, and I am often successful at it.
I am an only child. I hate it, it sucks. I loved it when I was a kid, especially at Christmas time. Unfortunately, I have grown up and realized that being an only child is terrible. I have no siblings to rely on. No one to help out when my parents go crazy. It’s a heavy burden to bear, and I hate it.
My only fear in life is dying alone and lonely. I’m one of those people that need companionship. I do enjoy time to myself occasionally, but I take comfort in knowing that my wife is there for me.
I would like to go to Japan one day. I just want to go over there and sit on a park bench and watch those crazy Japanese do their crazy Japanese things.
Most of what you read on this blog is very different form of the personal me. I use this blog as a place to do and say all of the things that I wouldn’t do in “real life.” So be warned, a lot of the stuff on this blog is intended for mature audiences only. If you don’t like what you read, or if you are offended by it, click that “X” in top right corner of your browser.
Things people have said about me: (updated whenever I feel like it)
Bucky… I am frightened of you now…
…alternatively, you could remove your testicles from the condom. Let them hang free and easy, I hear they like that, feeling the wind blow through their hair, kind of like a dog hanging out a car window!
You are indeed a creative guy. And ya can just tell someone from Wild-n-Wonderful. I was lived as a child about 21 miles from Weirton was born about 22 miles away in Pittsburgh. Can’t say I know were your from but I know the flavor when I read it. Thanks for the laugh. You’ve brought back memories that I’ve always treasured.