and since i was in such a great mood, i typed up the three poems i needed to this afternoon. i think they are pretty good and honest but i'm a little biased. i have no clue when i will send them out. maybe closer to Father's Day. i'm sure someone will be looking for dead dad poems around that time.
mom and i went over to the farm today for the first time since it was sold. there was still 8 cats that were there. they followed me around, just knowing i had some food for them. imagine their surprise when i didn't. they have to be eating something. of course, last time i was there there was 15 cats.
after that we had lunch at Waffle House. i only recommend this if you just happen to need a huge amount of grease in your belly at the moment.
the New York Yankees lost again last night, 6-1. i didn't bother to watch much of the game. after they got behind big early and had yet another injury to a pitcher, i decided i'd just watch basketball instead. the Yankees play tonight in Kansas City. not exactly the best place to try to end a losing streak.
thankfully, the shows last night were good. The Comedians was pretty funny. Louie was a fucking riot. and once again, Lip Sync Battle was way better than it should have been:
i watched all of Late Show with David Letterman last night. it was great:
here's some more funny shit from last night:
as you might imagine, i didn't sleep much last night. plus, add in this damn weather and i'm pretty much just a cranky bastard at the moment.
i have no clue what i'm going to watch tonight. this might be the night to catch up on the DVR.
i'll probably be on here in the morning tomorrow. Saturday is going to be another busy one. between the NHL playoffs, horse racing, soccer and god knows what else... the morning will be the only time i won't be busier than nine cats covering up shit in a wind storm.
i hope everyone has a great weekend. only fuck the ones that cough.
be well. be creative. be cool. be quick to send me CASH, panties, hate mail, love letters, broken promises and dirty pennies from heaven.
peace and chicken grease...
B.B. King - Live in Cook County Jail
"The blues was bleeding the same blood as me." - B.B. King (September 16, 1925 - May 14, 2015)
and your pro wrestling video of the day: