A Little Scoot, Not Alot of Boogie

Alas my friends, another fabulous rendition in the life and times of living in Joplin motherfuckin' Missouri.

Lets see, the day started off early; oh say, 12:30 or so, (pm, folks.) I aroused from my long and lustrious slumber to no milk in the fridge and cold coffee. From there I sort of lazed around the house until company was due and I was forced to shower. It's just something about living at home, and in your hometown, that causes one to become the biggest lazy ass to ever walk the planet.

The day pressed on, and I met a couple friends for coffee in the evening hour. My boy Ray was sweet enough to lend me his Honda Metropolitan for the evening; a sweet little 49cc scooter that is both casual and sexy. So I scooted around town for a bit until I decided I had nowhere to go. I called Uncle T. and to Buffalo Wild Wings we went. What a hoot that was. High school reunion falvored beer with a side of idiot nuts. I know that wasn't very funny. I try and try, but I never seem to make you silly people laugh. Any suggestions? Didn't think so. You all seem to be the strong, silent types. Just my luck. Seriously, I love you.

Anyways, tomorrow is much more promising. After running around the four state area with the old man for awhile on business affairs I'll do a little golfing and then a little drinking with some of the finest people Joplin has to offer. High school, old school party. Cheap beer, cheap entertainment, rich laughter. I'm not drinking fucking Keystone Light though; did I ever? Nope. I always had my good buddy Jack by my side, and if he couldn't make it, is was Mr. Rum or Mr. Seagrams. Fine fellows they are.

Well, I'm boring and saturated, so I'll stop this silly banter for the eve. Toodles, you silly motherfuckers you.

-C