No Sir. My Nipple Is Not A Packing Peanut.


July 16, 2010 by sandwichcontrol

It is Friday. My new article is up on the City Wire. You can read it here.

I slept for crap. Between the kitten deciding that 4am was indeed play time and Pancake Land passing out on the couch and not coming to bed, I just could not sleep. Plus, it was hot. Ick.

Today’s post is going to be short because of my sleepi/grumpi/uninspired- ness. I think Back Alley Trey is coming to help me work on Le Duke’s new house today. Tomorrow, Le Duke and I will start the demolition in the garage in preparation for my new office. Hopefully we will get the floor in as well.

Today is stupid. Here is a picture of a goat.

It is very important that you know your goat.

More soon. ~SC


  1. Dave says:

    I too slept for shit because of a kitten. Strange.

  2. Perhaps it is the beginning of the end.

    “Behold, and I saw a horseman. He looked like he had slept poorly and he had scratches on his face. He rode a tired old horse. And the riders name was Kitten Parent.”

    So it is written, so it shall be done. Creeping death.

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