I walked the Chandler Street Loop this morning in 43:55. Then I drove to Hot Springs and took Jim Perkins to Oaklawn Park for his first day at the races. I think he lost $10. I'm sure we both had fun. I lost $19, to fall behind $104.35 after fourteen trips. Thanks to Jim, I realized today how convenient horse racing is for cigarette smokers.
The motherfucker (Walt) running the office pool hasn't posted anything since late Thursday night about how anyone's doing in the NCAA Men's Basketball Tournament Pool, but I believe Pam is hanging in. On consecutive nights, she's gone 14-2, 8-8, and 8-0. Her best possible finish tomorrow is 5-3. We'll see.
I PLAN TO STAB...
...the next person who says "actually."*
*that person was bleeding before I typed the period. This weed of an adverb has begun to take over the English language, and is the best example of how we have allowed teenage girls to actually dictate the way we speak, and write (notice the way it fell into place in this sentence. It sounds fine, but adds nothing)
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