6. day.
That was a good day, boys and girls.
5. sssssssss.
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.
4. bad.
I feel ill.
3. best.
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.
2. thanks.
A few posts ago — which, thanks to my neglect of this blog, equals almost six weeks — I told you about Chachi Plays, the 24-hour gaming marathon our buddy Chachi put on to raise money for Ginny’s Make Room For Kids charity. Because I’ve been neglecting my blog, I failed to tell you that… Read More 2. thanks.
1. bean.
This post is sort of about the Trey Anastasio Band show I saw with Dr. Yohe, Boo and some other good folks on Friday night. I had a great time with those guys, and we saw an ungodly show. But a big highlight for me was meeting someone I had hoped to run into at… Read More 1. bean.
Uncle Crappy 