Monday, October 7, 2013

Well that explains yesterday's case of the blahs

Spending 90 minutes in the bathroom over the course of last evening sure added a lot of clarity to the situation.  Ufda.  That's one way to lose some weight, I guess.

And the chicken was perfectly done, so I didn't poison myself.  Probably had some bad NSA metadata or something.  That stuff will do you in if you're not careful.


Paul, Dammit! said...

Got me this morning, too. On boats, the surest way to get a phone call or an assist tugboat to show up is to have a set on the seat of ease. Never fails.
On the other hand, my pants fit better now.

R.K. Brumbelow said...

Not certain which is worse, what you describe or sitting down and hearing an entire choir singing:

We shall not,
we shall not be moved,
the union is behind us,
we shall not be moved