I had to call the city to clean out the sewer at work today. The guy comes to the door and says, "It's definitely clogged."
Duh. The two inches of standing sewer water in the basement already confirmed that. As did the smell....
Now that they've been caught dead to rights, the military is admitting there
were "mistakes" made in the handling of Pat Tillman's death. Gee, ya think?
And maybe, just maybe covering up the truth was a big part of those "mistakes"?
I love this sort of stuff. On Oprah, this chick wrote in about her teacher and during the
class Oprah suddenly starts talking to her and she's all shocked. I could almost believe it
IF IT WASN'T FOR THE FREAKING MICROPHONE ATTACHED TO HER JACKET.
I guess they'll have us believe that she always teaches class with a microphone and a camera trained on her.
This is every phone conversation I've had with Mr. G since my dad's been in the hospital.
Mr. G: "Where are you?" after telling him about four times I would be visiting my dad
Me: "The hospital, remember?"
Mr. G: "STILL?! Why so late?"
This is usually followed by the sort of groan a man in prison gives when he thinks about all the pussy he's missing.
Me: "Honey, it's only TEN AFTER SEVEN." Oy.
When you go to bed at eight every night, seven is like midnight.
Hey, Dustin, I love your hair! I tried to leave a comment on your site about five times today but it wouldn't take for some reason...