Valley's Blissful Days

Fellas,
Back from a week-plus bender through the state that made my last 4 months in W'loo look like goddamned child's play. The combination of tremendous summer light, the Ann Kerian "on pipe" watch, 8/11, Madden 2006, Grandpa Kerr smoking again, and Rex Grossman's broken ankle sent me over the edge. Add in Alaskan Amber Ale, the OWI Wagon, and Wade Rouse's moustache and I'm lucky that I ever made it out of Valdez alive. Here's betting next time I'll be the one who ends up passed out with sliced cheese ground into his jeans and the shitter overflowing. Oh well. At least I got to play penis-curve shuffleboard with my good buddies one last time whilst listening to "Like a Hurricane".

So much for now. I'm heading back home to rest my loins and start a Franchise.