Mainly because you lost a bundle by betting on them, and this time your bookie is determined to collect from you, even if he has to use a baseball bat to get you to ante up.
I've been outside admiring my neighbor's great little vegetable patch.
You sure you just don't need new prescription glasses and it's just your bad eyes tricking you into thinking you look much younger then others as your growing cataracts in your eyes make it too blurry to look at yourself in the mirror?
I'm really excited to see both The Expendables and Scott Pilgrim Vs. the World, both opening this weekend.
So you secretly kidnapped the former 90's pop/rap star, Vanilla Ice. I wondered if he was going to try to make a comeback. Whatever you do... don't release him back until he promises never to rap again.
Oh! And gesundheit!
Off to finish the last 25 pages of my book before going to bed.
An animal rights group from Germany just emailed me to tell you that if you insist on wearing a kilt and ride the horse saddle-less then you MUST wear underpants for the health and hygiene of the poor poor horse.
[Good luck on your trip to Germany Nick! ]
This Friday afterwork, I'm going to experiment and try Ossobuco's idea of adding chocolate milk to my whiskey to see what it tastes like.
Is it new in terms of the outfit had been recently shoplifted from a clothing store or new in terms of you just found it in a Salvation Army clothing donation bin and you swiped it from said bin after you broke the lock thusly added the new outfit to your wardrobe?
I might just talk a walk over to the Astoria Park and find a shady tree and read my book of essays by Sloane Crosley, I Was Told There'd Be Cake.
You might "talk a walk", but you sure can't walk the walk and talk the talk. You won't fool anyone into thinking you are literate, understanding that book will be way beyond you. You already think it's a cookbook because the only word you could read was "cake".
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