This Friday is my last day. Weird. I'm still having a tough time realizing it. How many boxes did I pack last night? One. But it was a big box. Sort of. Instead I tried to write a song, which took me waaaaay to long. I should have just put it down and waited. You can't force a song. It's kind of like forcing a square peg in a round hole, it just doesn't work very well (I was going to make a comment about Big R trying to fit his "square peg" into a round hole, but I'm better than that).
Cameltoes, the bastage, is in Las Vegas for a convention. Sure you are. At least somebody is playing poker. He sent me a picture of a bunch of ladies in bikini's though, so that was nice. I'm not sure exactly where they were, but I'm assuming that they were in a bar. Thanks dude.
I hope that Big Judy read my post from yesterday. I know that he will love it. Who wouldn't?
I just found out that someone searched blogger.com for "cameltoes" and my site came up twice. Sorry dude, you ain't gonna see any porn here, unless you love puppies.
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