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Ah yes, summer is finally here…
Three-day weekends are what I’m all about. No worrying on Sunday night that I’d better slow down the drinking and get ready for the work week. There’s another day of fun ahead, so who needs another Gin and Chronic?
I must be a pervert because I watched a little bit of the Indy 500, and couldn’t stop fantasizing about Danica Patrick.
I envisioned her becoming the first female winner of the race, taking off her helmet in Victory Lane, shaking her hair from side-to-side, slowly unzipping her race suit, and pouring the celebratory milk down her naked body.
Is that wrong?
Over the weekend, I went to something called Rib America. It could have easily been called, “The Over-Priced, Has-Been Bands of the ’80’s, White Trash Festival.”
I saw Night Ranger perform, but left before Pat Benatar hit the stage. Seven dollar beers, disgusting outdoor restrooms, and a homo putting his arm around me were not worth staying to hear “Hit Me with your Best Shot.”
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Alright, this show looks funny enough that I may reconcile with my cable company. Here’s a clip from the new HBO show Flight of the Conchords – Most Beautiful Girl in the Room.
Fast Treadmill – I think this guy owns the liquor down the street that I refuse to patronize.
Valtrex – Because your herpes is none of their business. (Warning: Contains profanity.)
CILF – Cartoons I’d Like to F–k. (Warning: Contains profanity.)
You’re motoring. What’s your price for flight?
Benny