fat day.
AND i have a friend who should change their christian name to a native American sounding “poop don’t stink”.

“poop don’t stink”  says HI!

Being a good friend means sometimes telling someone when they have broccoli in their teeth or that their hair looked better with out highlights or when they are being an asshole or narcissistic as a four year old. Guess what guys; I guess I am not the good friend I always thought I was. I can’t say no. That should have been my new years resolution. Stop being a freaking yes man all the time, and maybe I could grow some while I’m at it.
This has been my best Monday in years. I got a free lunch, it made me sick but it was free.

This cd is so good in a “remember what you were doing when this was in a constant spin in the old SUV back in (i am stealing Corbin’s line) Springtucky!” kind of way.

Gobble gobble dee goo. The best part of Thanksgiving when you are stuck in Texas is that you can sing “Thanksgiving song” in your Adam Sandler voice and no body cares! It is truly wonderful!

And my surprise friend is coming to see us. That should be a ton of Fun! We are going to have Thanksgiving (as in the big meal) at my friend James’s pad. His mommy and daddy are going to be in town, and all the other flat mates are going north back to MO. I miss you all.

Oh check out the new toy! wish me luck selling this bastard car. I hate it! I am just kidding.