Wierd dreams and tacky apologies...

Apparently my apology last post was slightly tacky. Perhaps more than slightly. On a scale from zero to Hooters it got a 4.

In keeping with the theme;

"If large chested women work at Hooters, where do the one-legged chicks work?"

"IHOP"

Five dollars Emo-Mikey and Chad tell that joke 100 times before tomorrow. Brandon thank Moody for me.

Then kill him for that damn Krispy Kreme calander he sent me.

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So last night I had this wierd dream. I worked at a pizza joint in Toronto owned by Ramyi and Fil--called Dough Raymi--it was kind of a music themed joint. Lots of bloggers worked there. Chad got fired for not paying for the scotch he was guzzling of the tap. Tony Pierce stood outside with a funny sign and danced. Come to think of it, I don't think he was paid for that.


More tomorrow, if I can think of it.