Smothered and Covered

I don’t care what diet you are on; Atkins, South Beach, Weight Watchers, whatever…  No diet allows you to eat at the Waffle House at 3:30 in the morning.  Evidentially, I wasn’t following a nutritional plan last night as I found myself at the counter, eating an All-Star breakfast with hash browns (smothered, covered and peppered), 4 hours before I had to be at work. 

I’m sure I earned a lot of points this morning when I arrived 10 minutes late, looking like Keith Richards. 

Thanks to the guys at Embry-Riddle U. for buying me a beer last night.  I enjoyed it so much, I drank 12 more.

To make a bad day worse, this morning I discovered I was out of clean underwear.  Oh, I have back-ups but they are briefs, which I despise.  Nothing motivates me to do laundry more than spending a day with my nut sack crammed into a pair of tidy whities.  I’m tempted to step into the bathroom and go commando.  

I’ve learned that most girls don’t like to be called, “Sugar Tits.”

Friday I’m in Love.

Benny