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Tuesday, August 20, 2002
So here's what's been going on. Work. Plain and simple. Everyday. Remember that time that I thought I wanted to own a bar? Yeah, forget it. I must have been drunk. The P has been without a working soda gun for 5 days now, and after several phone calls (read: 10), I am pretty sure someone is going to fix it today. There is a huge traumatic story to go with it, but alas, I don't really have the patience to type it right now. Come down and see me at the P and I will regale you with the tale.
Mrs. Jones gave me a haircut last week and it was the best one ever. Someone at the bar commented on it, and I felt special. It doesn't take much anymore. Cheryl asked if I wanted her to do it, but I said I was all about paying people to touch me.
Wait a tic...
Saw the new Austin Powers. Votes are in... Me: Yes Wife: Not so much. C'est la vie.
Have I mentioned that I don't think I have the strength to handle much more work? Wally better get his ass home soon, or people are going to walk into the bar, find the fat-slapper beaten like a damn bitch, Jack frying on the damn grill and my naked ass in the ice bin because I am so damn tired of it being so damn hot in there.
Damn.
School starts soon and I am actually pretty excited for it. We'll talk again at mid-terms.
Next time you see my wife, ask her how her trip to the zoo was. If she doesn't say anything right away, ask her about mammalian penises. That should get her going.
Next month is my birthday (and my wife's too)...(yes, and Mrs. Jones' too)...(yes, and TT wife's too)...but let's concentrate on me for a minute. If anyone is wondering what to get me, I do have lists avaliable. Let me know.
Oh, and FYI--the fat-slapper got cut from the soccer team this year. Just so you know, and so you don't make any rude comments about his not playing that would make him feel bad and cry. Chode.
TTFN
Craig @ 4:13 PM
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