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Mission accomplished. I bought a new charger (obviously made by 7 year old children in a Malaysian sweat shop) and am cell reachable again. Woo-hoo! Stephen and I went to Hooters. I really hate that place. It was on the way home and an easy place to purchase a sandwich and a pitcher of beer for cheap. After spending hella cash on dinner last night, that was appealing. Stephen had eaten a deep dish pizza already with Billy Bob (no, that's not his name), so he was just there for beer. I had a big, fatty philly cheese steak sandwich. The little songs and games were annoying as hell. Why would someone work in that environment? Stephen got roped into doing the "hokey-pokey" while I ate peacefully. Homey don't play that. Anyhoo, we were educated on the rules. Obviously the same rules that keep me out of frequenting that establishment. Only 4 beers per person... per visit. Four beers is like when you take that little cup of mouthwash at the dentist and swish it around before you spit it out. Four beers is a glass of water. Four beers is piss. Four beers is not even a buzz to a 2 year old midget. Oh well, rule number two: no pitchers to a single patron... ie. I can't go there and order a pitcher. It must be 2 or more people. Fucking ridiculous. I can count the number of Hooters visits I have had in the last decade on 1 hand. I remember why now. Oh yeah, this was the best part. The ditsy waitress we had (probably young enough to be my daughter) thought my ID was fake. No effin way I was that old... must be BS. Riiiiight.... I had to show her my fake VISA, my fake AMEX, and all the fake business cards I made to make my fake DL more believable. That is just too funny. Some stranger IM'd me tonight. Apparently found the site off the mike project page that has my big ass lips, beer gut, and earings on it. They called me an "old fart". That shit made me smile. Yeppers... that's me... oatmeal every morning before I put my teeth back in. Thank gawd for Viagra. LOL! I might just cry. Anyhoo, Eclair (my dog) is over swimming (again) at Jean-Paul's house. She loves the pool... can't keep her out. I may have to get a house with a pool just for her. I am still feeling sub-par, so I think I'll stay home tomorrow and rest. Speaking of... I feel some sleepytime coming on... bon nuit!