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Showing off your midriff is a privilege, not a right. Today marks the second occasion that I have seen a young lady wearing a shirt that shows off their belly, only to have it ruined by a visible trace line of dark hair starting from the belly button down. Dont people look in the mirror before they go out anymore? Or is this just a symptom of Saskatchewan Redneck Syndrome?

Bleh, whatever.

In other exciting news, last Saturday was the towns centennial celebration.

Can I get an excited Whoopee! ?

Nope, not a one.

Well anyway, I got to see an excellent Smash-Up Derby which consisted of three hours in the direct sun, which resulted in the best farmer tan Ive had since I was a kid. The evening brought about a half assed class of 95 school reunion. Half of the class were no-shows, and the other half consisted of mostly us asses that didnt move away. In an odd turn of events I became splendidly dunk, and paid dearly for it the following Sunday.

The rest of the week was the same old mundane bullshit, with the exception of Wednesday which became an all-day movie day when I decide to watch some of this:





and wound up watching the whole thing, all three discs worth. A truly enjoyable film.