Late-night (and some daylight) ramblings

That SUCKS! I thought my day of meeting men who sought men who were strangers in a park was rough.

 

I was born in Tennessee. Jack is the cure for all problems. Even this one ... I hope.

 

Here's how to make enough cash to hire a mover next time: Take the shoe, put it on eBay and say it's Schilling's.

 

And the Cubs just blew one in the 9th.

Awesome.

 

Like I said, a woman asked me to help her move, and I have trouble saying no to women.

 

All the better. Hire the mover for her, then let her "show you" the new place.

 

Exactly. As long as it doesn't require toe-touching.

 

I despise roaches with an absolute passion, but I'm not scared of them at all. I used to find them routinely in my old apt. in Georgia (there are bugs galore in the South), so I came home every night expecting to find at least one in the kitchen or the bathroom. I don't care about anything else in terms of finding a place to live more than I care about there being as few roaches as possible. Hate those fuckers.

 

BBAM's back in the saddle, fellas.

 

Not much. Needed some time away.

 

What'd I miss?

 

I was lurking before my triumphant return and saw you "ruined" the daytime thread, Doc. Well done by you.