Christmas has come early to Bagwine…
I found out late yesterday that I am off today. We have moved to our winter schedule at the Beer Mine, and I thank Pizza Bill for letting me know.
You see, our owner was too busy applying cream to his feet, asking for pesos, and dealing with crazy fuckers named Shaky-T to let me know about the change, so PB stepped up and let the Matt-Man know that I was free to bandy about today.
So I thank Pizza Bill for that, and now, secondly...
If my son isn’t “stretching the truth” (his dad put it kindly) and the soon to be posted online grades reflect what he is telling his mom and I, he is doing much better in school.
Also, his first regular High School game is tonight, and if he can keep up what he did in his last scrimmage, my little 5’10 small forward with size 14 feet will be putting up 9 points, 7 rebounds, 3 assists, and draw 1 charge tonight.
I am really proud of Ryno because of his basketball prowess…
Not because it makes him a “manly athlete” but rather because it is something to which he actually does show commitment.
He has always gotten bored quite easily and would often walk away from things, especially if he didn’t conquer them the first time.
Basketball is something which at first, he wasn’t very good, but for some reason, he would not let it go away. He stayed with it and constantly practices and more importantly knows the game.
Sometimes, I think he would make a better coach than player, but anyhoo…
I wish he had the same attitude towards his classes, but at least I know that he now knows what commitment is, and how one aspect of life can affect another. He knows now that he needs grades in order to play.
See this picture..?
This is a picture of the last 12 antibiotics that I have to take. I will have completed my ingestion of said pills at noon today. On Tuesday, I was done with my $14 a piece pills that I was taking for a month.
This may not seem to be a big deal to you, but being done with taking my $525.00 worth of pills signifies something more than being in better health and incredible debt.
It signifies that once again, after two lonnnnnng months, Schmoop is willing to have sex with me!!
Schmoop had refused to have sex with me because she didn’t want me to blow a lung out on her and suffer the embarrassment of having the paramedics peel my dead body off of her warm, sweaty, lithe body should I expire during sex.
That all comes to an end as I am going to take her drunken ass to bed and rediscover the hot body that has no doubt been ravaged by every man in the neighborhood while I have been under the weather.
Wash it up Schmoop, Matty is coming home!!
So there you have it. There’s good. There’s bad. But…
Even in the darkest of times there is hope. And, I hope that after reading the last part of this post, Schmoop acquiesces and still allows me to have sex with her.
It would only be right after suffering so long. Right?