It was winter over here at my igloo as well.
I don’t have anything else to say about that apart from “Very Strong Rum”.
Today I played hooky from LegalHut and finished a painting. I also shoveled and had a chicken sandwich. Finally, I put on some pants because we were having an Open House at my house, looking for a potential new roommate. And I want them to think I am the sort of person who wears pants. Hoo boy, the parade! My favorite candidate described our living room as “wild”, and one of the others broke a cardinal rule by sporting such as culottes. There was a pretty nice boy who is studying to be a Masseur, and the less I say about that the better. Just to make sure that we find the best possible fit, I have placed a new ad here.
My fortune cookie last night read:
The liar is never believed, prescription even when he tells the truth.
We consumed our portion of a 30 pound turkey in a home that looked like something out of Yankee magazine.
We had flaming ambrosia and volcanos next to the big fountain at Kowloon while the band played Tiny Bubbles. We gorged on nine-layer dip and tequila, recipe followed by a wake-up call of Rock Star punch (a disgusting mixture of every energy drink in stock at the store 24. Congratulations to my pals for discovering the recipe for anger, generic hatred of mankind and instant colossal headaches.)
We showed Herr W. our side of the Atlantic on this crisp November day in the lovely and salty town of Marshfield.
Then we introduced our foreign friend to Robby the lobster, pictured here steamed.
Now if you will excuse me I have to go slip into a coma….