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!!
