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How did IÂ celebrate my birthday last weekend?
My buddies took me to a strip club? Hardly.
A trip to the track? I wish.Â
Nope, I spent the day at a pet parade. I got to see dogs prancing around in costumes while trying to avoid stepping in their shit.
Man’s best friend, my ass…
I gave Tom a lift to pick up his car the other day. He had left it at a bar after a hard night of drinking. Shocker. My car was making an awful noise when he said, “Last night I had her squealing like an old power steer’n pump.”
“WTF does that mean?” I asked.
“It means your car needs power steering fluid.”
Thanks to Tom’s collection of clichés and/or his ability to make to make women squeal, the Saab is now fixed.
– Be careful when ordering a cake from Wal-Mart. Thanks, Sheila E.
– Another reason not to leave teenagers home alone while you’re on vacation. – Thanks, Leo K.
– PETA’s 2008 State of the Union Undress. I’m still eating meat.
– Sure Lock: A True Poo Story. Thanks, Tom K. and whoever else sent me this video that I accidentally deleted.
– This will get me back to the gym.
I’m feeling thankful for the small things, today.