I’ve been trying to write up a pot about Jim Treel and Ohio tate’ elf-impoed penaltie for mot of the evening, but the goddamn S key on the netbook keep ticking. I’m full of jambalaya and beer, and I think I’m going to get ome leep intead. Ye, I’m eriou.
I feel ill.
Mrs. Crappy and I have found the perfect cat toy. And it was supposed to be for me. She visited a toy store up her way on Thursday, and mentioned to the proprietor that her husband had an obnoxious number of toys stowed in, on and around his cubicle at work. Apparently, the guy jumped… Read More 3. best.
Happy birthday, Mr. Brown.
This one was fun.
Stuff that arrived in the mail today: 1) A coupon from Right by Nature. 2) Address labels from a charity I haven’t given money to for years. 3) This: No. 3 was something of a surprise, because I didn’t order it and Mrs. Crappy said she didn’t either. It’s a really nice jersey — all the… Read More mysterious.
