Been a busy week. Since we last chatted I won sixty-five smackers playing poker with the boys, had a amazing fund raiser for my hospital bills thanks to Red Fang, Ancient Age, Drunk Ladies and a few hundred other amazing people, played some Slammer softball (crushed Powell's 43-3), and worked a ton. Speaking of that, this "working" stuff is for the birds, with all the "be here at this time 'till this time" crap and the no drinking, I don't know how people do it for years on end. At least now that I don't get home 'till six a.m. I don't feel bad about sleeping past one p.m, which I do anyway. Also this "money" thing that you get at the end of day is pretty sweet. It helps on the days off. All this talk about work got me tired. Nap time.
You've probably been paddling out to surf this here interweb, hoping to drop into the tsunami that is Crappy Scans Of So-So Photos and get spit out of the green room that is my verbiage. Then you get here and say "Hey Chris, where is all the stories to go along with the photos?" Well, it's been to nice out to sit around and write, and besides I'm lazy. 
This photo reminds me of a joke: How do you get a sweet little old lady to scream "Fuck!"? Get another sweet little old lady to yell "Bingo!"
Been feeling sick the last couple days. Not in the "Dude, that was sick!" kinda way, but in the "Feels like I've been gargling with barbed wire" kinda way. Wish I could tell you some awesome story but I am too kicked in. So for all you out there not feeling like shit, get out there and live it.
Still can't get to my scanner, so here is another phone photo. Besides it's been to nice to dick around in the basement. Sorry.
