A, Always; B, Be; D, Delegating.
Did you think a little agonizing flank pain would keep me away from the Smackdown? WRONG. I powered through, in the form of having Brian do everything while I sat on the couch.
The Shark Was Totally Hoping Tom Colicchio’s Jump Would Be Short
You know, because he’s nice and beefy, and Television Shark is hangry. Yes, even in my invalid state, I cannot stay away from The Amazing Race. Oh wait, that was Top Chef? Huh.
Awesome Shit That I Want Monday
First off thanks to the krazy kooks – the few, the proud, the elite – who actually offered to give me their unused prescription drugs. Knowing that you would violate the laws of interstate commerce for me warms the cockles of my heart.
Loose Links Sink Ships
I would like to amend last night’s post to say that I will also accept illegal drugs. Whatever works, you know?
Please Drop Off Your Gently Used Prescription Drugs
I’ll take ‘em. Vicodin, Percocet, syringes full of morphine, whatever. We’re going on two weeks of stabbing pain, ER visits, doctor’s visits, ultrasounds, x-rays, cups full of pee and shitty ineffective pain relievers.
We have vast fields and amber waves of marijuana on the moon.
Let me be upfront: I went to the hospital today because I couldn’t take the back and side pain any more. They injected me full of painkillers that really knocked the shit out of me.
Awesome Shit That I Want Monday
When is a bowl more than a bowl? Admittedly, not with these; they’re still just bowls, albeit conceptually interesting bowls.