All week long, I made plans to clean the pad for the O. weekend, which begins tomorrow night. Tonight was the night I would clean the kitchen, scrub the bathroom, vacuum the carpet, and wash the sheets.
Instead, I received a call at 6:30 from Issac who said he would buy the beer if I walked over to Westport for the monthly Parties in the Plaza. After three animate refusals, I gave into temptation and began speed walking the half mile journey.
Three hours later, after drinking a few beers and eating an unnecessary Imo’s pizza, I find myself at the computer, and realizing I need to go to bed.
Parties was fun, though. The usual suspects were present. Jody was drunker than ten Indians, Tom wore another pink shirt, and Issac tried to talk me into to going to the bars.
Quote of the night: Someone asked Tom is he ever saw Jody in a bad mood. He quickly replied, “You should see him on payday.”
Enough about my nonsense. A company is offering a new device that will allow you to take a crap while listening to your iPod. It’s called iCarta but a more appropriate name would be iCrapa; or iPoop. It holds 250 songs which means the last song should be ending about the same time I finish backing out the pizza I ate for dinner.
Cher is lobbying to get new helmets for our troops. A good idea from the original Bengal. I’m just kidding. I shouldn’t make fun of anyone; I found these definitions of Benny on the same website.
I wish I was a soccer hooligan. That seems fun.
Benny