It’s a chopper, baby.

Whose chopper is this?

Fred’s.

Who’s Fred?

Fred dropped dead.

And it was the worst news I have ever received.

The selfish bastard.

I’d like to start out today’s post with a a bit of happier news, so I’m gonna switch gears and wish a great big Happy Birthday to Zaxxon. Be sure to wish him one as well.

In other news, we played Pathfinder last night. No one in our party died. At one point Bubba Fett said “Guys, my mom is texting me and is pissed that I’m not home. I’m more afraid of her than that undead wizard. Can we please hurry this is up?”

As well he should be.

Today is a day of “dead-heading” rosebushes. Whatever that means.

Tonight is the Harry Potter class. Is it wrong that I am a bit disappointed that we didn’t get any homework?

Okay, I’ve gotta go do stuff. Like the pigeons do.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC