Saturday, October 06, 2012


I figured I just had a touch of something yesterday, but it was just touching me yesterday today it hammered me with a roundhouse.
Lisa's got the house opened up airing it out, temps are in the low 70s for a change and I'm wrapped up in a poncho liner freezing my ass off.
I asked Lisa if she'd do me a favor and run into the bedroom, get my 45 and shoot me twice in the back of the head but she refused even though I asked her nicely. I hope CharlieGodammit pisses on her used table.
So I guess I'm going to spend as much of my day as possible here in my Camouflaged Bass Pro Easy Chair spewing germs and bacteria everywhere.