yule fueled festivities

presentlobs

pinetingling

digiparty

thanks emile

So last week we had our annual holiday party. As always I proceeded to get hammered drunk (synonyms I know). There were major problems with the food, so I as a true drinker does (see Marcus), I declined dinner altogether. This had some very special and surprising consequences, namely I fell asleep on the L train. For some reason when I got to the Lorimer stop someone woke me up and said,” Hey Buddy, this is the Lorimer stop.” Now I did not know this man and he did not know me, but I was in a suit and looked like I had fallen asleep accidentally, so he probably drew the conclusion that I wasn’t suppose to be or intending to be going any farther than Lorimer. However, by the time I came to, the doors had closed, so it was off to the Grand stop. Of course I watched the L on the opposite track pull out as I was pulling in, (Murphy’s Law) so I had some time on my hands. What’d I do? Fall back asleep of course and I probably would have missed a few more trains and maybe even endured my first mugging had I not heard these words, “Oh Bengt I see you sleep outside of the office too...”

three to the house. not on it unfortunately.

allover (finger)prints

it's clementime

deliciously dive

delicioso

dusty

ewwwww

finally

"c'mon dan focus" nope.

foreshadowing

furry

furries

gardening

glow in the dradle

lil ill

oh oh oh katz

mail pattern envelopeness