Cheesepuffs and bottled water...

So, just got back from basketball. Two guys were no shows so we played three on three full court. I have sore shit I didnt even know I had. I'm on eight days (nights) in a row at work, covering for a friend. He's off in some other state whooping it up with his internet lover. They are to be married next year. I told him "Don't do it, it's a trick!!". hehe. Just teasing him. He's really happy and I wish him the best. I was thinking about dating again but have come to the conclusion that a hooker might be a lot less expensive. That and I bet I would get laid a lot more. Cuddling afterword could be optional. =) haha j/k!! My Dad had this sagely advice for me. "I've finally found the perfect wife, I cannot ask for more... She's deaf and dumb and oversexed and owns a liquor store..." Brilliant! The other option was to kidnapp a beautiful woman and have a german sheppards brain transplanted into her head. Before you say no way, think of all the perks. The later I get home, the happier she is to see me... She will lick me EVERYWHERE. Happy with WHATEVER I feed her. Protects the house while I'm gone... The possabilities are endless. Ok, back to reality and the grind. Got some work to do. Have a pleasant tomorrow and remember this age old advice... "Better to be thought a fool than to open your mouth and remove all doubt..." Peace out!

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