where's my monkey? I had him here a second ago. he disappeared at approximately the same time as my beer. Is there a connection? Only the shadow knows. Granted, it's not as if I was really short on beers tonight, or whiskies for that matter... feels good. After spending all that time in the emergency room with my grandfather, it was nice to hang out with friends, go bowling, get drunk, and have a good time. Life is so short. My grandfather is so amazing. When I look at what he has left, I think, damn, how does he keep going? I've got all sorts of shit going on and sometimes it's all I can do just to get out of bed. If I can be even half as strong as he is, I'll be a complete success.
jamy:
If you are decapitated, how can you speak?