Today begins year three with my beloved Honubandit. Last night she shaved a mohawk into my head, we ate sushi, and rang up a $50 tab on $2.50 beers. Then we went home, finished off a six pack, and talked until 6:00a.m. When I called in to work this morning I felt fully justified in the claim that I was sick. It was a damn fine night with a damn fine woman.
Thursday my best friend, one I haven't seen in many many years, will be in town.
Friday I turn thirty and get all my friends piss ass drunk on beer that is so good it may be too good for them.
Right now...I'm being hand fed bacon. Can life get any better?
Thursday my best friend, one I haven't seen in many many years, will be in town.
Friday I turn thirty and get all my friends piss ass drunk on beer that is so good it may be too good for them.
Right now...I'm being hand fed bacon. Can life get any better?
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I shall drink a stiff one for your 30th. Pun intended?
From "Go Home" by Barenaked Ladies:
If you're lucky to be one of the few
To find somebody who can tolerate you
Then I shouldn't have to tell you again
Just pack your bags and get yourself on a plane
If you need her, you should be there
Go home