Happy Friday you dinguses. I’d like to start out today’s post by wishing a very Happy Birthday to Poppy. Be sure you wish him one as well.

Yesterday was a good day. I managed to get a bunch of stuff done without feeling like I did anything. After finishing the post, I headed over to get a much needed massage. After being melted down, kneaded, and then poured back into my shell, I came home and finished reading “Equal Rites”. Today I start “Ready Player One”. So, you can get off of my tip about reading it, friends. After reading, it was time for archery. After archery, I got a call from a few of the Japanese girls. They needed to go to WalMart*. WalMart* it is, then. At some point between archery and picking up the girls, I switched trucks and acquired the Rev. Dark Wombat. After the store, we all headed to dinner. After feasting, I took everyone home and came back to the house to crash the Hell out.

Before crashing out, I managed to take my Daily Photo, get the new Ben Folds Five album (thanks Dave), and make an appearance on a cupcake. See?

You made the grade.

Did you make it onto a cupcake?

Today, as one of you knows for sure, is Friday. That means it is actually Fabulous Football Friday. Let’s hope the Baggies do better tomorrow. Or else I might have to get pissed on lager and smash a tosser’s face. That means that any of you reading this, who could possibly be a tosser, need to start praying to Batman that West Brom boing boings more than Reading tomorrow. It’s your face that could be lager punched. So, don’t go complaining to me if you get the fist when you didn’t pray to the man bat.

From that last paragraph, it already sounds like I’ve been at the pub.

Tonight, I have no plans. Yet. Tomorrow is food on assignment and Pathfinder. This much I know.

Well, I need to go get ready for class. May all of your football teams be victorious. All of you, but the Reading fans obviously. For they will drink deep from the chalice of defeat and I will relish the lamentations of their women. More soon. ~SC