I spoke earlier this week about Lent having a disciplinarian type effect on me and that it affords me the opportunity to accomplish something. Well, in addition to the breadless thing, that all came to fruition yesterday.
Yesterday, when I woke up I said to myself:
“Self, you have been a good boy for quite a few days…You’re off today, Schmoop is at work, and you’ve nowhere to go. Let’s get shit faced.”
Holy Cow, did I ever accomplish that. I had 8,000 beers and a pint of Rose intermixed with two naps.
And now? I sit here typing this with palsied hands and a 3,000 pound head. But it’s all good, because I accomplished what I set out to do. My goal has been met.
There is a down side…I have to work 11-9 today. Fortunately, we just received a new supply of NOS and Full Throttle at the store so I should be able to muddle through.
The epiphany I mentioned yesterday is still in the works, but I think it will bear fruit soom…um…soon. Thanks Rat.
So today, since I must be off in awhile my post is but a couple of pictures. We can consider them Saturday Morning cartoons…
Yeah, this is me with the quasi-mullet and the red jacket. This picture was taken in Bowling Green in 1986 as I am having deep thoughts with my buddy Scott...
Here I am on the same day receiving amore from Brian with the aforementioned Scott between my legs...
And here ladies and gentlemen, is the sexiest dirt dweller in the world...Ooo La La...Oh how I yearn to be her hand puppet...
Have a wunnerful weekend, all!!
Cheers!!
15 comments:
Love those photos buddy, uh….especially the last. I don’t know what you must have done to attain such favor from the gods, but it must have been good. I hardly recognize you from college.
I wish you’d just hurry up with your epiphanizing..(surprising that it’s not a word, isn’t it?) ….I’m waiting patiently for enlightenment.
Rat is HOT!
Scape off your tongue before you head off to work.
Scott: Ha. I hardly recognize myself. The epiphany? I am quietly coercing one of my brothers into making it happen.
And the Rat? Oh yeah, she's the sexiest scientist in the world, and well, just plain sexy, scientifically or otherwise. Cheers Scott!!
Michele: I have already shaved it...Man, the funk was thick. Cheers Michele!!
Great pios! Looks like you were having fun then. And I would kill for a stomach like that...
Can't wait to read the epiphany.
Lady: I was having fun. I like to have fun. And man...the stomach?
Is that a thing of beauty or what? I bet it tastes like chicken. Cheers D!!
Red jackets and flat tummys, oo la la!
Most pictures from the eighties should be considered cartoons.
Okay, I think I'm going to have to ask my puppet kill you.
BTW, the puppet loves your jacket.
oh my, those were the days weren't they? I can't imagine that we had been drinking or anything like that....no we were young and free and our minds were strong. Ho ho Is it wrong to sexually assault a man in a red jacket in a completely hetero manner? Not in our world Sport. Ruminate on that for a minute...
Micky: When in doubt I just post a picture of Rat. How can I go wrong with that? Cheers Mick!!
Mike: You're right on that. And btw, that comment you left on the epiphany post was gold. Gold Mike!! Cheers!!
Rat: I tried to refrain from posting this picture but I well...um...Okay no I didn't. And I chuckled when I hit publish as well. Cheers Rat!!
A mullet and a half mate!!!
Alcohol = The solution. Well done!
we must've splurged, I think that was still the Old Milwaukee/Weidemann days for us. Coors light would've been an upgrade. Not now of course...Oh Lord it just dawned on me how much crappy beer I've drank with you. LOL
Four: It is quite the mullet isn't it. Here's to alcohol. Cheers FD!!
Brian: Holy Crap yes...Sterling, Red, White, and Blue...Goebel. Oh Dear God!! Cheers Brian!!
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