like a chipmunk. A fat chipmunk.
Apparently, I’m bulking up for winter. I was at 267 point something this morning. That’s my highest since July of 06. (what? You don’t keep track?) Let’s just pretend it’s muscle, m’kay?
Apparently, I’m bulking up for winter. I was at 267 point something this morning. That’s my highest since July of 06. (what? You don’t keep track?) Let’s just pretend it’s muscle, m’kay?
First, how about a Twainism: We should be careful to get out of an experience all the wisdom that is in it — not like the cat that sits on a hot stove lid. She will never sit down on a hot lid again — and that is well; but also she will never sit […]
I would rather watch High School Musical 2 (Saved by the Bell Edition) for the eleventh time than watch football tonite. Guess who’s playing? Yeak, Dickless’ old team, and they will spend every spare breath on Michael and his bullshit. Hey, NFL, and the rest of the world, how about a little perspective? As horrid […]