What a fun day it’s been. I got to spend most of the day running all over the Twin Cities, which meant I didn’t have time to study. (YAAAAY!!) It also meant that I was driving for many, many miles without a license. (YAAA– wait a sec…) And it’s all because yesterday, someone stole my wallet. (BOOOO!!) Continue reading “Identity Crisis”
Post-surgery ouchies
“Whatever doesn’t kill me… still hurts real bad.”
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The dead shall walk again
Looking back on my evening, I think in reference to me, that heading is half true. And it’s not the “walking” half. Continue reading “The dead shall walk again”
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And a partridge in a pear tree
Given that people are putting up their decorations as early as the day after Halloween, why isn’t there a carol about “The 56 Days of Christmas”?
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Holy crap!
I spent almost all of Thursday in the basement reorganizing, dusting, vacuuming and shredding papers (and a few small rodents sneaking around) and there’s still crap all over the place. As such, I have come to this conclusion:
If cleanliness is right next to godliness, then me and the Lord haven’t been on speaking terms for quite some time.
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Damage report
A lawyer opened the door of his BMW, when suddenly a car came along and hit the door, ripping it off completely. When the police arrived at the scene, the lawyer was complaining bitterly about the damage to his precious BMW.
“Officer, look what they’ve done to my Beemer!” he whined.
“You lawyers are so materialistic, you make me sick!” retorted the officer, “You’re so worried about your stupid BMW, that you didn’t even notice that your left arm was ripped off!”
“Oh my gosh,” replied the lawyer, finally noticing the bloody left shoulder where his arm once was, “Where’s my Rolex?!”
