I have a touch of the sickies today, so I'm not going to be breaking off any pieces of delight here, like I usually do. I'm no doctor, but I'd put the odds of a SARS contagion running rampant around my apartment at about 93%. Perhaps it is merely my strength being channeled to Asafa Powell, the Official Olympian of Goulash. In any event, no entry. However, I will say that I did something this weekend that ought to figure prominently in my obituary. This obituary will either need to be written tonight, if i should fail to recover from this illness, or 80 years from now, when I plan to be smothered by the world's largest pancake in a publicity stunt gone awry. I'll be back in action tomorrow, ready for some rascalism.
Posted by Cody at August 15, 2004 05:27 PMCody,
I am holding the TCB koozie hostage until I receive the 3,000 Krugerrands you owe me.
Posted by: Danza at August 15, 2004 06:37 PMWill that money get me my pillow back also? I either left that there too, or the gypsies stole it. I have nothing against doing some gypsy beating, but I want to make sure I get the right ones.
Posted by: Cody at August 15, 2004 07:35 PMI am also holding a white pillow with blue stripes pending the release of my fellow freedom fighters. To whom this pillow belongs, I know not.
Posted by: Danza at August 16, 2004 12:03 PMI left my hat where we stored the cooler on the party boat....whoops.
Posted by: Pdiddy at August 16, 2004 01:35 PMPaul, we need to just come to grips with it and become hobos. We don't deserve personal possessions.
Posted by: Cody at August 16, 2004 06:21 PM