The roomie was on a little tear tonight.
I did suggest to Dad that there were nicer people to put up with.
I understand Muhammar Gadaffi might be looking for a new situation soon.
And on that Note:
A little day-by-day, blow-by-blow account of my harried life. I locksmith, I hunt, I fish, I play with guns, motorcycles, computers, and cars.
Posted by John B at 11:10 PM
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