Welcome to Black November.

Hockey was a bust last night. So, I was a good boy and worked on the 25th wedding anniversary party for my parents. I’ve been procrastinating on it. As I do. But, seeing as how it is next weekend, I opted to work on it.

Then it was taco time. After I placed my order for the bagful of shitty food, they gave me my total over the intercom. $6.66. So metal. It was an omen from the Prince of Darkness. Guaranteeing that my bowels will writhe and my anus burn for all eternity. The omen was no lie. It was a mistake to say the least.

You know, you can order a double decker taco with a Dorito shell inside, right?

As I expected, Furious Jessy heeded the call from yesterday. She posted this this morning.

Thanks Jess.

At some point in the near future, if he keep this up, I will stop reposting Dave’s posts. Today is not that day. Check out his new post.

Guys, this isn’t a competition. You produce quality work, whereas I produce quantity work. Two totally different leagues. Like Man United playing Sheffield Wednesday. Who is Sheffield Wednesday? My point exactly.

Speaking of football, West Brom faces Crystal Palace today. And we will hear the lamentations of their women. Boing Boing Baggies!

In addition to that, I have errands with Teacher Sis this morning, lunch with Word to Me, roller derby this evening, and the Halloween party tonight. I had better get my ass in gear.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC