September 6, 2013
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last night's beer of choice: Paleooza (new holland brew). I stopped by my favorite beer store on the way home and picked me up a 4 pack, then flipped channels between an NFL game and a show called "airplane repo"...cool show about, you got it, playing cards underwater (what?! no!). long story; longer: good beer!
so, Brian (room mate/ fart knocker), after proclaiming to forever retire from soft ball last year, due to his knees needing to be replaced (but says the surgeon says he's too young and active to have them replaced, so he gets cortisone shots instead), and surgery on his hands, goes and buys more bats, and a fancy monogrammed bat bag this year. joining not only his work team, but also back with his old team...I explain all this, 'cause he always comes home crippled and misses the next day of work. he's here today after last nights game, doing the laundry at way too early in the morning, waking me up. oh well. everyone needs a hobby, and I guess if it's worth all the pain, that's all the better. I like golf. it's hard on the mind, but easy on the joints, and it's a fun way to ruin a nice walk in the park. anyway. food, get ready for work, etc.
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Your roommate comments simply confirm why hermits are hermits. It's because people make no sense! So you have to choose between frustration or humor. I think it's in the manual in chapter 4.
tru-dat *fart*
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