We're Good (for a Friday night)

I've got this crud behind me hear which I cannot dislodge.

I will hear you thouugh.

I scratch myself until I nearly bleed.

I should focus on that area while I'm showering for work.. Which thankfully I don't have to do until Monday...which is really Thursday...my favorite day of the week..

But in the meantime, a pool party with BBQ corn.

Yum fuckin' yum.



Me to txrad: You are begging me to drag out my butt harp.

Loose screws and all.

I can hear a hidden note.

Woody Allen better be at George Carlin's funeral. Is he having one??