slipstreaming my anachronistic surreal consciousness - sharing with you my multiple epiphanies that were spawned while sitting on my porcelain throne (these are the ones I didn't flush) "don't believe everything you think…"
Sunday, September 28, 2003
this weekend
it was pregame free.
Hypochondriac Steve asked me if I was concerned about my liver. My reply was "I can always have it replaced; that's why we have organ donors and liver transplants."
(Kidding aside, don't get me wrong, I'm not an alcoholic. I don't drink at home. It's just a weekend social thing.)
Hypochondriac Steve asked me if I was concerned about my liver. My reply was "I can always have it replaced; that's why we have organ donors and liver transplants."
(Kidding aside, don't get me wrong, I'm not an alcoholic. I don't drink at home. It's just a weekend social thing.)
