Today is officially Brandon's 24th birthday. So, Happy (real) Birthday, sir. Anyway, I just got back to the house a little bit ago and threw all of my dirty clothes and jeans in the washer/dryer. Now I'm waiting for it to finish up so I can leave my home with some pants on. Now, don't think I'm typing this without my britches. I have pantalones on, but they're the comfy, home-relaxing pantalones. Wouldn't feel right wearing them outside this building. When they do finally dry, I'll be at Chad's for a little get together. I'm bringing the camera with me so as to snap some shots that will hopefully make it to the blog tomorrow. My mission is to get Chad stinking drunk and put him in a dog house with a can of Surge and bowl of Quaker Oats. Now...if I could figure out how to get Chad to comsume the alcohol, find a dog house, and purchase the since defunct Surge. This is not a good plan. We're really just meeting up for a nice game night. I take it all back. I'll just make Chad drunk with love. Awww...
I'm just doin' what I gotta do, flyer than the rest of 'em,
B
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