It’s 6:14 and I should have already been at Chris’s Wiffleball Tournament out in Concord for about 4 hours. My cell phone went dead, and I’ve lost all my numbers. My ride never called me. My mother is sick. I needed clean drawers. There was a sale at Penny’s.
I did get a little (OK, a lot) banged up last night (see photo) but that is NOT why I missed the tourney. If I hoot with the owls, I crow with the roosters.
You know you’re banged up when: a.) You’re drinking Heineken (yuck). b.) You’re drinking it at Sissy K’s (yucker). c.) Uncle Fester tries to give you a handjob in the bathroom.
Sorry dude. I must admit – I suck sometimes.
Dude, it’s totally cool. Round three in September. I would suggest a more reliable ride.
I didn’t get to sleep until Saturday night!
Meaning I was in NOOOOO shape to drive!