After seeing Michael Vick guilty plea yesterday, I guess we finally know who let the dogs out.

On Saturday I redeemed three rolls of quarters ($30) at my local grocery store. The lady behind the counter told me that she would have to count them.

I agreed to wait, and she disappeared into the back. She returned and said, “Sorry for the wait, but we’ve received a lot of bogus rolled coins.”

“No problem”, I replied.

She then started to put the quarters back into the rolls.

“Am I going to have to wait while you do this?” I asked.

“Yes, but you can help.”

Does it get any better than a minority female union worker?

“Can I get my money before you do that?” I asked.

I received no response and had to wait.

Classic.

Someone told me that killing a cricket is bad luck, so I called off the exterminator over the weekend. I caught the little varmint, put him into a plastic bag, and placed him gently outside.

God speed, Chirpy.

I uploaded a few pictures from my digital camera. Below is a synopsis of what living with me is actually like.

Good-bye, old friend.

This is never a good sign.

This is what happens when I switch from vodka to beer.

I don’t make these stories up. Actually, I need help. I would like to setup a webcam, get drunk, and have the night recorded. This will help identify how long I am asleep before it happens.

I could see it was a rough-cut Tuesday. Slow-motion weekdays stare me down.

Benny

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