August 29, 2014 by sandwichcontrol
Nothing but the (corn)dog in me.
Sometimes I think of things that are clever. Sometimes.
Mostly I just wish you fuckers a happy birthday. So this very Happy Birthday goes out to Dave. Be sure to wish his dumb face a happy one, too.
Last night, we celebrated Back Alley Troy’s birthday. We got him the traditional cookie cake. Much to the amusement of the ladies at the Great American Cookie Company.
I had hoped they would add “(You Bitch)” after the word Karin, but there’s always next year.
We also ate the ever-loving shit out of some corndogs last night. It was $0.50 corndog day at the Sonic. I ordered 20. And brought 16 from home. There were only 2 left at the end of the night. Yeah. Ever-loving shit. Eaten.
In more exciting news, I finally finished “Outlander”. It wasn’t nearly as shitty as I expected it to be. There will definitely be certain episodes of the show that I will not be watching with anyone else. Especially with not Furious Jessy or Teacher Sis. Watching my married friend and my sister open-mouth ugly cry while two people are pretty much in a porno on television sounds like the Danger Zone of bad times. I already need therapy. I don’t want to have to cut my eyes out as well.
Now it is on to “The Silkworm“.
Speaking of books, Flickr is doing a promotional offer for an 8.5×11 hardback 20 page book of photos for $10. I am considering getting a few made. This is where you come in. I get 20 photos in the book. Should I do Daily Photos or General Photos? Or one of the other photo projects? Trapped in Ice, perhaps? Roller derby? Let me know what you think. If you are interested, I might open it up to orders if you want buy one or something. Give me some feedback.
I’m off to the races.
And by races, I mean workout.
See ya’ tomorrow.
More soon. ~SC
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