Home Alone, Part II

... children, I have news....I passed out fell asleep on one of the beanbag chairs last night.. it was pure weakness on my part, and I caved... still, a man can only watch Seven Brides for Seven Brothers so many times before Schlitz's start getting shotgunned and chased with nyquil... sorry, folks.. .it is true... T1G is too cheap to buy cable television...

.. just between us, I'm not sure how much longer I can hang in the Drunken Wisdom crib... I mean, check this out... I stumbled through to the kitchen this morning to grub some breakfast, and the first cabinet I opened was stacked - top to bottom - with ramen noodles, tins of tuna (non-dolphin friendly brands too, the bastard), and poptarts... heh.. it is all becoming clear... T1G seems to be trapped in some sort of barracks syndrome... it kinda explains why this place is inspection ready all the time... either that, or he just eats out a lot...

.. anyway, with no cable, it looks like oogling Audrey Hepburn tonight.. just you wait 'enry 'iggins, just you wait!... sheesh... it was bad enough waking up with a hangover, having a tuna'n'mustard-coated chocolate poptart for breakfast, and "Bless your Beautiful Hide" in my head all day... I can not wait to see what tomorrow brings.. boy, the things we endure for our friends...

... uh oh... more later, someone is at the door...

Posted by That 1 Guy at March 2, 2005 04:02 PM | TrackBack