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Originally Posted by Greenie
...Sunday night, when I will grace The Fair with my presence & watch my oldest step-daughter in the Demolition Derby
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Tell her not to mangle the Filthy Earl car, even if I didn't have the balls to have "Filthy Earl" put on it. (Yes, my $20 is all that matters. My car!)
I'm in a particularly fancy and free mood, for which you can blame Sexvilly. Yelling at certain people makes me feel oddly joyous. Imagine how happy it would make me to have a fight of my own on a sunny day like today.
I should probably take my lad to lunch before I spend the rest of the day sitting on my growing ass, wondering why I don't get a real job.
Another day of coding my semi-secret, formerly mainstream, yet increasingly adult-related project which will never launch.
Oh, my son's Shihan told me yesterday that he has "excellent natural form". The way of the warrior, my friends. The way of the warrior. (The little brat has been kicking my ass since birth.)