Just about five o’clock in the morning and the birds have begun rehearsing Vivaldi. A calmness is settled in for the time being…
I don’t know why but the nape of my neck and the dryness in my mouth are telling me I pounded a half dozen martinis last night.
So until I figure out my phantom hangover I’m gonna keep this one short and sweet.
Cubs fans are currently getting led into a bedroom by the drunk lover who passes out after the pants come off. If it’s a trap fall back!
Sox fan are standing in a long line waiting to take a piss. Once they get to the urinal the guy in the next pisser misses the porcelain and soaks your shoe. Just another piss poor baseball team on the Southside.
I always refer to the 1977 baseball season. Both teams were in first place when August started. Both teams ended up in third place when the playoffs began in late September. Actually one of them ended up in fourth.
In life and in baseball the conclusion is sex is better when you’re sober and don’t take a piss between innings.
It takes many mistakes in life to earn your PHD in Dumbfuckery. In fact Harvard has called me up to teach a graduate course in their program.
It’s Sunday….. two weeks from today I will be hungover because “Sixty Days Celebration for Cecilia” ends the day before.
Get out of the house and enjoy a cloudy cold April Sunday. Just think that today is November 23rd and not April 23rd. Today’s weather would be great if it was Thanksgiving week.
The Chicago Hounds Rugby team plays NOLA Gold this afternoon. The Golden Ticket for next weekend’s Spring Fling will be pulled at The Cordial Inn at 3:30pm. Go show support….
Lastly, I mentioned yesterday that today is National Hug a Heavyset Divorced Dad Day. I’ll be huggable all day long… men, women, children accompanied by their parents can all hug some JumboLove.
Today is Saint George Day. God save our King.
Let’s all slide into the end of April with kindness and good health this week.
