I woke up this morning to the most persistent and irritating noise I have ever heard. It took me awhile, but I realized that it was my liver; screaming out in terror. This can mean only one thing: my buddy Steve is coming to town.
Arthur would have a hard time keeping up with Steve. Fish can’t out drink him. Humanity stands no chance.
It is a good thing that he lives in another state, because if I had to hang out with him more than one weekend a year, I would be dead right now.
No one wants to read a ghost blog, all they do is whine and bitch and moan about all the stuff they didn’t get done in life. Instead you get to hear me whine and bitch and moan about the stuff I can get done in life but don’t.
So, if you don’t hear from me for awhile, you can blame Steve… or praise him, depending on how you feel about my site.