Monday, March 13, 2006
Rantings of an almost middle-aged man-child. Lowly tech-writer by day, but amazingly virile superhero when I dream.
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5 Comments:
Exactly. This way I can roam around the apartment in my (no longer) tighty whities, leave the toilet seat up, drink beer, belch, and pass out on the sofa.
Life is good.
Like you don't do that when we're at home.
But I do clean. While only in my loose boxers, while drinking and belching.
Thanks for the reminder. We'll be staying here an extra two weeks.
- milliner
Is the roommate a circus freak; like some gymnast with killer abs,
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