Never attend a craft beer festival on an empty stomach.
Always try on your snow pants before you buy them.
If you fall asleep on the couch watching a repeat of "Svengoolie," you deserve the infomercial that wakes you up at 4 a.m. Or worse, the Jay Mohr movie.
Turned out the lengthy walks both I and my dog walker neighbor took Emmy on this summer aggravated her pre-existing limp. Thank God there's nothing wrong structurally with her bones.
Spent Friday dividing time between the vet and Micro Center. Preferred the vet.
Spent Saturday cleaning out my hard drive of eight months worth of eMusic downloads. Still have another 6 GB to go.
I really did see a white kid on the Green line yesterday with "The only promise in life is death" tattooed on his skull and forehead. Guess he isn't a glass half-full guy.
The pork rillettes are coming, Lauren. Perfection takes time.
Fucking Bears. My Pop Warner team could get a better pass rush going.
Aw Chuck, we could've hung out and watched Svengoolie together...thank god i went to sleep before that informercial/Mohr movie combo. Scarier than ANY svengoolie movie that could come upon me.
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Aw Chuck, we could've hung out and watched Svengoolie together...thank god i went to sleep before that informercial/Mohr movie combo. Scarier than ANY svengoolie movie that could come upon me.
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