Friday, June 12, 2009


I ran into a guy I went through treatment with this morning. I used to bum a cigarette off him once in a while. I asked him if he was still smoking. He replied - 'Nothing legal'.

The great Mrs and I might make it to Uptown this evening to view the bike racing. She has a baby shower or bridal shower or some shit with her co-workers after work so I'm not sure when we'll arrive. Open the GD gifts and take a piece of cake on the way out and nobody will get hurt.

The grapevine says that cable tv finally came to the City of Richfield Public Works Garage and the pencil neck who replaced Duane and I objected to the boys watching Maury. Me want Maury.

See ya in church.

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