You know, I don't even know that I have any random shit to say(or type). I have all sorts of things bouncing around in there, but I don't have the energy to write about them at the moment.
But I must write something, right ? I must, I must.
I fear that the internets may make the glue stick obsolete.
There once was this "black private dick, who was a sex machine to all the chicks..." Do you know the one I'm talking about ? For the life of me, I cannot remember his name...He really was a"cat who won't crap out, when there's danger all about"
I cannot believe that my girls are just days short of 21 months old, and NEITHER one of them is excelling at sports yet. My genes suck.
I could really use a FlufferNutter right about now.
Are there any non-cling peaches ?
Were there REALLY two people name John Jacob Jingleheimershmidt ?
I still cannot believe how the Mets won that game last night...
I think it's time to listen to some good old Grateful Dead...Brown-Eyed Women-Richmond, Virginia-11/1/85. Nice.
Have a good one.
Paticus...out !!!
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