January 26th, 2003

Macbeth the Usurper


My little nephews were a riot yesterday. They said the most wonderfully awful things out of context.

Corey: Uncle Doug's not getting any action.

Corey: Look, I've got two balls!
Uncle Doug: That's the usual number. .
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Macbeth the Usurper

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It's time for those last few minutes of the weekend. I must savor them as I can. I don't dislike going to work, but much like being in a comfy bed in the morning, the last place that you want to leave is that damned comfy place.

The ominous snow today turned into a dusting.

I did not watch the game, but I did see a few commercials. Shania bounced nicely in her chainmail bikini. The No-Doubt girl still has a delickable tummy. Wish I could have heard her sing with Sting.

You could not call the Superbowl a game. Well, you could call it Master And Servant. Judging by the score, somebody got spanked really good and asked for more.
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