OK, my wife has been gone for a week, my friends are sick of me talking about her, so I'm done. No more writing about her. I'm still looking for my balls, but now I can move on and look for them in someone else's bed perhaps.
Here's just a horrendous drawing of me in a bar chatting up a babe:
Thursday, June 21, 2007
This Bar Smells Musty
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