If I were to have a different vehicle other than my rockin' Prizm, what would it be? What would you picture me in?

Also, what type of vehicle should I stay the fuck away from?

Who was the genius that hired Bryant Gumbel to do play-by-play for the NFL Network? Whoever it was should be fired, flogged, then have their cheerios pissed in, just for effect.

Bryant Gumbel is barely believable as a human being, let alone as a knowledgeable football authority. I'm secretly hoping that Katie Couric pops her freaky skele-head into the booth--at least I'd be able to close my eyes and pretend I'm watching the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade.

Oh, look, Woody Woodpecker.

Speaking of that, Chris Collingsworth on color commentary? Seriously? What's next- Joe Buck bringing up the rear with the on-field interview duties?

I can't believe I canceled FSC for this.

It's not Joe Buck, it's worse--Deion Sanders. Hey, Neon, stop trying to eat the microphone!

This is how my weekend started.


This is how my weekend ended. I can't say I remember much about this.

Somewhere in the middle, all this happened.


The band was amazing, but Molly couldn't get the lead singer's pit stank off her shirt. See that look on her face? She already knows she'll be carrying that smell around all night. Also at the show, I saw a girl walk in the front door with a lower lip full of chew, and promptly spit in a planter. Classy. I would've been less disgusted had she sprayed feces out of her ears.


And I finished my kegerator! Well, sort of. The damn thing will never be done. Hey, folks, I suggest you make your own beer. It's a cheap hobby. Actually, it would've been cheaper for me to start my own meth lab. Now all I need is a bigger apartment that costs less to store all this beer that I'll never drink.

This is where the pictures from Sunday would go, had I remembered my camera. As it was, we went to Crosby Park, down by Fort Snelling. Being hungover does not allow for a very pleasant hike, that's for sure.

I have a decision to make.

I spent fifteen hours working today--sitting on my ass for 8 hours, running to and from the cars of very well tipping doctors for the final 7. I made good money.

Molly turned 26 at midnight, and we're going out for her birthday tomorrow (today). Big night. I'll admit that I'm exhausted right now, and I don't have much energy for things like thinking, or moving, much less that pesky breathing.

I have no idea what to get her.

My dilemma is; should I have another beer from my brand new kegerator? It's an IPA, if that helps your decision.

I think I shall.

Thanks for all your help.