I hate Big Red gum. It burns the crap out of my mouth and it really does nothing for my breath. Spearmint for life!
Archive for July, 2009
Sadly just because they’re called lean pockets doesn’t mean that they’re healthy.
This is my buddy Cory and I at our company charity wrap up event about a month or so ago. I’m not sure what he’s doing, but I obviously thought it was funny.
For some reason today feels like Friday. I know it’s not but I’m going to pretend like it is.
Saturday I attended the 8th annual Music City Brewer’s Festival with some friends.
Here are the highlights:
- I enjoyed tons of wonderful beer
- Stepped in dog poop (On the way there)
- I finally met my friend Cory’s lady friend. (I was starting to think she might be fictional. Turns out she is really cool.)
- Had a buddy get in my face because he was mad and tell me that I “really eff’ed him”. (It was determined later that he was just drunk and I didn’t actually do anything to him).
- Had a Jewish guy ask me if I was “of the faith” when I said “Mazel Tov” to a toast.
- I spent $7 on a cigar.
- Realized that I may have had too many when I thought that PBR was one of the best beers I had tried all night
Overall: Good times!
I was so sore this morning when I woke up. Apparently I didn’t move at all last night. I guess I was really tired.
Apparently my computer decided not to save any of my work yesterday before it died. I belive it’s appropriate that I just called it a MFer.
The computer in my office is busted. I’m back in my old cube today. I hope they don’t start paying me less.
Dear guy in the bathroom cussing under his breath to his penis because he can’t piss,
That’s weird.
Kind regards,
Blake
