Thursday, Thursday, Thursday. Not a whole lot new to say. I made it over to my parents' house for a while, then somehow got distracted on the way home. I ran into a former acquaintance at a local watering hole and, well, you know how that goes. I never did make it back to my place, but at least I can be considered a man again, in certain circles. That was long overdue.
I think I'll head to the ballpark Friday and see if that poor excuse for a baseball team is motivated by my presence. Three games with Cleveland just might make or break this season.
Good to see you got a piece of the rug my friend. Kinda like riding a bike, only a little more emotional.One question though mate; did she make you a ham sandwich when you had completed your mission?
ReplyDeleteAdvil, my friend. Mucho d'Advil. Maybe I drink too much. Nah. I drink just enough.
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