|"OMIGOD! OMIGOD! OMIGOD!"|
Thanks to all of you who couldn't sleep because you were worried about me. Yeah. I know none of you did. As I dug us out, I realize that I've reached an age where all those warnings about strained backs and exploding hearts don't seem nearly as outrageous as when I was in my 20s. Back then, all I was concerned about was getting rid of the snow as quickly as possible. So I could rush out to the club so strange women could ignore me.
|"Sorry. You're not my type."|
|"Hey, willya lookit this? It gets bigger in water."|
"So, that's why you were molesting the tea kettle."
|Unless the Internet is lying to us.|
Good save, Bushman. Good save.
Anyway, like I said, the snow is virtually all gone. I now can move about freely. My only problem?
|What the frik am I supposed to do with a case of these?|