We did our usual Tuesday shopping trip to the village. I couldn’t get outa there soon enough! It was packed! Double and triple parking going on all over. We got blocked in at the chiney store by some inconsiderate ass for 20 minutes! It’s shit like that that makes me loath the holidays.
But, the shelves were not completely empty,, yet, so we did OK.
Spent a couple hours at the bar where a women (sorry, I forget your name) asked me if my bowling arm was sore. I said ‘no’, but now I see the need for a wrist brace! Why? Well, seems Mrs. Barn has been whippin my ass at the alleys! And I need some help, or I start cheating, one or the other.
That’s all right. Once I get my game on, I will roll right over her. And I want to incorporate some new versions to the game. Full contact bowling, and strip bowling! Yea baby!! Put some spin on it!
(sorry if anyone was eating their fruitloops just then)
FuzzNutts sent Scurvy a little Xmas cheer by means of the Mistletoe.
2400 B.C. Beer is rationed to the slaves building the Egyptian pyramids.
Conversations around the beer cooler range from "That whip man Cherops is a real asshole" to "I heard we're building this fucker because some fancy pants wants to make a big splash in the afterlife. Believe that shit?"
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