It’s late. Baby was up late, and I have zero effs to give this morning. Hopefully completing this gets me some effs so I can get all the way to effort.
Abs.
Howdy folks. I have a new old dog that my sister needed to find a home for, so that’s been a fun adjustment over the last 12 hours.
Good morning.
You people make me sick. We spent an entire day talking about turtlenecks when there are very real and important things going on in the world!
1. Some chick no one has ever heard of was asked not to be rude by the guy whose job is to chastise rude people.
3. A cranky alcoholic colicky baby who is running for president in 2020 mentioned the chick no one had ever heard about and the homeless lady.
4. Car in called me twice just to talk.
Ok fine, I made that last one up but the rest are 100% real stories that were covered wall to wall by the very serious gossip columnists we pretend are reporters and journalists. And you trogdilytes trogdelites trogderplites losers decided to make the funneh about foreskin.
Shame!
Stuck in my head for like a week now. Time to exorcise the demon:
Cute girl just working out in practical clothing. Nice.
So I watched the heck out of this movie on HBO when I was a kid. It’s on Netflix now:
If you’ve got 90 minutes, it’s a great nostalgia piece. Sheen does his “sober guy” character for a change. And there’re a lot of Pontiacs going fast. And Turbo!
Kettlebells.
Y’all got ’til midnight to sign up. I already have a few emails, but I know it’s not everyone who’s participated before. DO IT NOW.
Biceptz.
Week 2 on the new job, and I’m still having fun. Woo!
I am pretty tired after last night’s hog vigil, though, so I’m going to keep this terse.
Good morning.
