Happy Gilmore rocks. I have
Happy Gilmore rocks. I have a headache. It's supposed to get really cold tonight. Rather than take some Tylenol PM and snuggle up for a warm winter nap this evening, I think I am going to do the only obvious rational thing a boy can do... I'm going to get purdied up and take some 100 proof pain killer while extremely loud live music exorcizes my demons. I think a pimptacular bowling shirt will suit the occasion... they're not enough money shirts in this town. Despite my headache, I am feeling great because I managed to find a return flight on Tuesday instead of Friday. My work here is done. I just have a couple days to relax and have a good time before I head back to Houston to receive my little sister for Thanksgiving. I'm really excited about Camron coming to visit me. With any luck, the most stressful issues that will crop up this weekend will be the choice of restaurant for dining and which guitar shop to loiter at while pawing the instruments.
I don’t hear you laughing now, clown!
You want a piece of me, OLD MAN?
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