So the Corpsman is coming to town. Don't know why; don't care. This means I'll be cleaning the house a bit.
In other news:
It was a shame to have a fire and not cook something on the stove, so last night we had Italian sausage last night on the porch.
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It was so good I had to write last night twice.
I have visited the Potbelly Republic. I found the natives there to be liars unacquainted with concepts such as hygiene and decency. Furthermore, they insisted that I join in their national sport, "empty the beer cans".
Such a reprehensible nation cannot stand. I recommend that we elect them to Congress so that they do not cause as much trouble in the future.
I should add that I fit right in.
We've been looking for a Shaman for a long time. Glad you could make it here before we had to settle for a drunk Pakistani expatriate.
Call me a Shaman and I'll put a bone through your nose.
Glad you're feeling better.
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