
No long winded diatribe, but sometimes, I just gotta say WTF? More often than not, it tends to be a concern that I blow outta size, shape, and convoluted whatcha-ma-callit.
So lets leave that as it lies.
Ooh, hint, hint.

Why DadHM is wearing socks while walking the dog, is beyond me. But hell, his team won again this Friday night, w/ 17 seconds left to go in the game, and trailing, they recovered a fumble in the endzone to win.
Maybe it is the socks.
Off to 24 hours of tantilizing firecom-ness 'morrow.
And the pink is reddening my okole, as usual, now.
It is all good.
See you in the asylum!
Aloha.
1 comment:
Here's to HMDad's lucky socks!
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