at my job sometimes i feel like i cannot help/reach those babies, I JUST CANT. it must be because i am too busy counting how much money i have left so that i can go buy a new pair of aqua/green/purple/annoying color shorts (im starting to have waay too many shorts in my collection thereof. perhaps i should stop or get work as a sears model) and so i end up feeling a lot like a failed sitcom or the people who told sarah palin that it would be a good idea to run for vice president .
with the uneventful scenario ike is giving us for breakfast this weekend, i cannot stress the following enough. this time i think chickens, and maybe some coconut magic with a little bit of blood, not a lot DONT OVER DO IT. we want minor tropical storm weather but maximum DAY OFFF-FREEE DAYYY drink your stupid beer STATUS.
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