some issue with the DVR or the Sat connection here at the bridge caused the sound for Metalocalypse to be played over “Little Bear”. It was mildly amusing. Made me wonder what other juxtapositions I could try.
Then I remembered this:
than waking to a fresh warm puddle of dog sick?
Waking to an ice cold puddle of dog sick. And stepping in it in your last clean pair of socks, that’s what!!
Just so you know.
At Smokin’ us 30 drags… no, that was something different.
Sunday night I had some tortilla chips and some onion dip. A couple bites in I realized that some of the onions were…. fuzzy.
the expiration date was January 11. 2010.
Guess I oughta look first.
Consequently Monday I had a case of Moctezuma’s revenge that allowed me, at several times during the day, to hover. I had to wet my palms and smack them onto the bowl and grip for dear life to avoid liftoff.
The dehydration headache and rapid heartbeat were merely a side effect.
